Five days had passed since Elisa's disappearance.
Five days without a trace.
No messages.
No calls.
Not a single clue.
Eduardo searched everything: bank accounts, travel tickets, building records, travel agencies, airports. Nothing.
It's like she never existed... he muttered, throwing his cell phone against the wall.
The screen shattered, but the feeling of helplessness remained intact.
He walked to her closet. It was empty, but her perfume was still there.
That light, sweet, gentle fragrance... that now hurt in his chest.
It was in this moment that something he had ignored became undeniable:
He missed her.
The silent woman who organized his world.
The doctor who read late into the night.
The violinist he never saw play, but heard practicing behind closed doors.
The wife who never demanded love from him, but offered everything without asking for anything in return.
And he destroyed it all.
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The next morning, he went to the company as if on autopilot.
