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Dante didn’t hesitate. He pushed through.

“No,” Inés said. “It’s a debt. Every time you dismissed my fears, the door grew a hinge. Every time you turned my grief into a problem to be solved, the lock turned. Every time you said ‘calm down’ when I was drowning—the frame widened. And now you’re here.”

Lola slid the coffee cup toward him. “You want her back, or you want to win ?” La Cabala

“She left me,” Dante said. “Three months ago. No note, no call. I want her back.”

Dante’s jaw tightened. “That’s poetry. I need a solution.” Dante didn’t hesitate

“She didn’t leave you because she stopped loving you,” Lola said softly. “She left because you are a man who collects love like a miser collects coins. You count it. You weigh it. You never spend it.”

Inés touched his face. Her hand was warm. “Then learn. But not for me. For you. The door out of here isn’t behind you. It’s inside you. And it only opens when you stop trying to win love and start being worthy of it.” “It’s a debt

Dante blinked. “What’s the difference?”

“Inés?” he whispered.