Carmen and Lucía exchanged a glance. The plan was becoming clearer.
Alejandro returned the next day, impeccably dressed, wearing his usual refined cologne and sporting that carefully studied expression of concern that he displayed so well in public.
“How is she?” he asked at the nurses’ station.
“Stable,” replied Carmen in an even tone.
A slight clenching of his jaw betrayed him, but he immediately concealed it. Lucía noticed it when he entered her room.
“Darling…” he said softly, approaching her bed. “You look pale.”
Lucía was breathing shallowly, her eyes barely open.
“I’m tired,” she murmured.
He leaned closer.
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