And we believed it, because it was true, after all.
People said I was broken. That I felt too much. That I was dangerous. Maybe so. Maybe feeling too much was precisely what saved us.
Because sometimes the difference between a broken woman and a free woman is that someone, finally, dares to feel injustice as if it were burning her skin.
I am Nayeli Cárdenas. I spent ten years locked away because the world was afraid of my fury.
But when my sister needed someone to stand up for her, I finally understood something: I wasn’t crazy for feeling so much. I was alive.
And this time, that difference gave us back our future.
