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It was just another night like any other in the old dingy bar. She was cleaning the tables with parsimony, immersed in the monotony of her routine, when a man in the shadows caught her attention with his fixed and disturbing gaze.
Tall, with a sharp face and a scar that crossed his cheek, he emanated a sinister aura that froze her blood.
From then on, that stranger became a regular visitor to the bar, always watching her silently like a predator stalking its prey.
His presence began to permeate every corner of her life: wilting flowers at her door, his shadow stalking her on her way to work or the children's school. Fear gripped her.
One night, he came too close, whispering in an icy voice:
-We are destined to be together.
She fled the place, locking herself in with her children, but the stalker's presence became suffocating.
It was then that she made a desperate decision to protect her family. Armed with a kitchen knife, she confronted the man in her backyard.
Words were few before the blade plunged into her abdomen. Eyes wild with shock and hatred, he collapsed in a pool of blood.
Panicked, he acted coldly to cover up his crime. She dug a hole in her small garden and buried the body there, swearing to keep the secret forever.
For weeks she lived in torment, fearing discovery, but life went on.
No one ever asked about that man with the cloudy look again. She bore the weight of her act in silence, convinced that she had acted correctly to protect the most precious thing: her family.
She had become a woman capable of the unimaginable in order to watch over her loved ones.
