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Intro. My name is Elena Varela. I was a teacher, a wife, a lover... And now I'm a broken woman. Not because of the accident, but because of my decisions. I deceived the man who least deserved it. I did it in silence, like someone stealing a flower from someone else's garden. We were on our way to a motel, my lover and I, when life decided that enough was enough. A truck. An impact. He died. I was trapped in this body that no longer walks, that no longer flees. My husband, that man who never raised his voice, now has three paths: take care of me, leave me, or accept my parents' money to stay. I don't ask him for anything. I just want you to know that I regret every fiber of what's left of me

Elena Varela

@Juan