Sin Tiempo Para Morir -

She didn’t have time to die.

That night, after the children were asleep, she sat in the dark and waited for the fear to swallow her. It came—a cold wave, a mouth without a floor. But then, from somewhere deep, a different sound rose: not a scream, but a laugh. A dry, honest laugh. Sin tiempo para morir

At home, the laundry was piled on the chair. A pot of lentils bubbled on the stove. Her son, Mateo, had a fever. Her mother called twice to complain about the neighbor’s dog. There were bills to pay, a parent-teacher conference to attend, a leak under the sink that needed fixing. The world did not pause for her expiration date. It demanded she remain standing. She didn’t have time to die