Grachi -

Doña Sofía staggered back, the smoke dissipating. Her face, for the first time, was not cruel. It was old. And tired. And maybe, just maybe, sorry.

She didn’t have the bracelet. She didn’t have control. But she had something better: a reason. grachi

Then Doña Sofía arrived.

That’s when Diego found her.

He pulled his phone out and showed her a photo: a weathered grimoire with a spiral-and-eye symbol on the cover. El Ojo de la Tejedora . The Weaver’s Eye. Doña Sofía staggered back, the smoke dissipating

Students screamed. Teachers ran. And Doña Sofía just smiled. Doña Sofía staggered back