Diego didn’t move.

“No.”

Pause.

“This is because of what you did.”

Hours later…

Álvaro walked out.

No office.

No power.

Nothing.

When he got home—

The locks were changed.

Days later, he begged.

“Forgive me…”

“I didn’t know…”

“We can fix this…”

But it was too late.

Camila now stood in her own office.

Her name on the door.

“Are you okay?” Diego asked.

She nodded.

“Yes.”

Pause.

“Now I am.”

She looked out at the city.

Everything the same.

Except her.

“Do you know the most ironic part?” she said.

“What?”

She smiled faintly.

“I was never weak.”

Pause.

“I was just in the wrong place.”

And for the first time in a long time…

She breathed freely.

No fear.

No permission.

No chains.

Because what Álvaro thought was power…

Was only borrowed.

And when it disappeared…

He had nothing left.

But she…

Even walking away with nothing—

Never lost what mattered most.

Herself.