As for me, it took me a while to look at that dress again without feeling rejection. The authorities held him for a while, and when he finally stopped having value as evidence, I gave up getting him back. I didn’t want that silk in my closet or that memory in my house.
Alejandro and I overcame that with difficulty, not with romanticism. We learned that a normal life can become a trap in a matter of hours when someone powerful decides to use it as a front. And also that true horror does not need ghosts or curses: an elegant box, a well-told lie and a desperate person in front of a mirror are enough.
