I woke up before the alarm.
The sky of Seville was still in a pale tone, mixed between gray and blue, and the faint light coming through the gaps in the curtain left the room in a sleepy tranquility. Giulia slept in the next room, breathing slowly like someone in no hurry to wake up to the world.
But I was already awake — and restless.
The previous night seemed to have left a mark on me. Miguel's words, the way he listened to me, his attentive eyes without judgment. And, above all, that last moment before saying goodbye. That almost-touch. The silence full of everything we didn't say.
I got dressed slowly and went to Giulia's room. She opened her eyes as soon as I arrived, as if she had felt me nearby.
"Good morning, little star," I murmured, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Isa… are
