The corpse lay sprawled across the unmade bed like a discarded doll, limbs arranged in the careless geometry of death. Anna's eyes—those dark, living eyes that had sparkled with such foolish trust in the plaza—stared blankly at the ceiling, filmed with the gray opacity of the departed. Her tongue, swollen and livid, protruded obscenely between parted lips, a slick of saliva still glistening on her chin and staining the pillow beneath her cheek. The ligature marks circled her throat like a purple necklace, the skin abraded where the cord had bitten deep, Ver más