One night, she followed him. Not in a car—that was too obvious. She took the old bicycle from the garage, dressed in dark clothes, and pedaled three blocks behind his sedan. He parked outside a small apartment building on the edge of town. Sofía watched him knock on a door. A woman opened it. Young. Dark hair. She laughed at something Marco said, then pulled him inside.
Sofía knew the truth before she had proof. That was the curse—and the gift—of a mind that never rested. la sospecha de sofia pelicula
When Marco returned, smelling of perfume and lies, he kissed her forehead. “Rough night at the office,” he said. One night, she followed him