Siempre te voy a querer

Chapter 59

Isa arrived home with Edson and Kevin, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion. Edson immediately started cleaning the house while Kevin focused on making sure Isa was well-fed. "A ver tus manos," Kevin said, reaching out. Isa extended her hands, showing the bruises.

"Todavía están moradas. Tienes que cuidarte, Isa. La doctora dijo que no hagas mucho esfuerzo, ya sabes," Kevin reminded her, examining her hands.

"Lo sé, Kevin. Me dieron dos semanas de reposo. Igual, no puedo hacer nada para evitar que se me abra la herida," she replied softly.

"¿Qué herida?" both Kevin and Edson asked in unison as Edson walked into Isa's room.

"¿De qué hablas, Isa?" Edson asked again, concern evident in his voice.

There was a moment of silence before Isa lifted her shirt slightly, revealing a fresh stitch on her right ribs. "Isa, ¿por qué no nos dijiste?" Kevin asked, worried.

"Yo tampoco lo sabía. Me dolía mucho y sangraba, pero nunca supe de dónde," she explained.

"A ver," Edson said, getting closer to gently touch the stitch. "Ouch," Isa complained.

"Lo siento... Isa, es una herida profunda," Edson noted as he stepped back.

"Lo sé," she said with a sigh.

"¿Te dieron algo para el dolor?" Kevin asked.

"Me dieron dos botellas de pastillas y un suero," she pointed to a bag across the room.

"Ay, Isa," Edson sighed, feeling a mixture of frustration and concern.

As the sun set, the trio gathered for dinner. Isa tried to lighten the mood. "¿Cuándo te casas con Sofi?" she asked Edson with a smirk.

"Tengo planeado pedírselo, pero no sé cuándo," he admitted.

Isa and Kevin exchanged glances and offered their help. "Te ayudamos, Edson. Podemos planear algo especial," Kevin suggested.

Night fell, and Kevin prepared to leave. "Me avisas cualquier cosa, Isa," he told her as he gently hugged her.

"Sí, Kev. Maneja con cuidado. Mándame un mensaje cuando llegues," she replied.

"Sí, Isa," he agreed, then said goodbye to Edson before heading out.
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"Ahora sí, Isa. Dime qué pasó de verdad. Yo sé que tú sabes," Edson approached her, his arms crossed.

"¿De qué cosa?" Isa asked, trying to sound innocent.

"De la herida. Dime la verdad, Isa," he insisted.

"Si te digo la mera verdad, ¿no te vas a enojar?" she hesitated.

"Depende," he said, though his tone suggested he was bracing himself for something upsetting.

Isa sighed deeply. "Pasó en los vestidores," she began. "Santi se me acercó y cuando me alejé, él me empujó," she continued, watching Edson's expression darken as she mentioned Santiago. "Y pues... su empuje fue fuerte y terminé cortándome con un pedazo de metal que estaba roto."

Edson took a step back, running a hand over his face in frustration. "Isa, sabes que soy una persona que perdona las cosas, pero esto no se lo voy a perdonar a Santiago," he said, his voice tight with anger.

"No le vas a hacer nada, Edson. Ya bastó con que casi lo matas cuando se pelearon," Isa spoke softly, trying to calm him.

"Nada más lo hago porque te lo prometí," he said, his tone softening slightly.

Isa nodded and decided to change the topic. "¿Cuándo tienen partido?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Mañana," Edson answered, still visibly upset.