Chapter 113 Not Mrs Rodriguez

• The next morning came quietly. The first hints of sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I hadn’t slept much, but that was nothing new.
• After a quick shower, I dressed and made my way to Sofia’s room. When I stepped inside, I found her awake, sitting up against the pillows. She looked better than the night before—still pale, still weak, but at least she was awake.
• Her eyes flickered toward me, tired yet observant. “Morning,” she murmured.