Erick
The last few days had been unsettling.
I had been watching her carefully, not through the cameras, but with my own eyes.
Sophia.
My Sophia.
The girl who had once giggled at my teasing, who clung to me like I was her anchor, was beginning to drift away.
At first, I dismissed it as fatigue.
The treatments were taking hours, and I knew they drained her.
Standing on her feet, chanting words she barely understood, coaxing my mother’s body to fight against its own weakness, it was no small task. She was strong, yes, but exhaustion was inevitable.
But this wasn’t exhaustion.
This was something else.
I saw it in the way she avoided my gaze, in the way she smiled with her lips but not her eyes.
I felt it in the way her body tensed whenever my hand brushed hers, or when I rea
