The car moved forward, but Rafael’s hands remained tense on the wheel, knuckles pale, mind racing through thoughts he could not yet organize into a single decision.
The city outside continued its rhythm, indifferent, while inside the vehicle something fragile had cracked open, something that could no longer be unseen or ignored.
Mateo sat quietly, his small body pressed against the seat, as if trying to disappear into the leather, eyes fixed on nothing in particular.
Rafael glanced at him again through the mirror, noticing how the boy avoided any sudden movement, as if even the air might hurt him.
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