Jose POV
I cradle Marisol under the blankets, her warmth seeping into me, a comfort I’ve missed for too long. My arms wrap tightly around her, as if letting go would mean losing her again. As we settle into the bed, our bodies entwined, I can feel her soften against me, her head resting on my chest, her breath growing steady. It’s a rare moment of peace, one I wish I could stretch out forever.
She nestles into me, and I feel the gentle tug of our bond, the way her emotions bleed into mine. She’s let her guard down, and I sense everything—her exhaustion, the weight of carrying the family alone, the pain of my absence. But she feels my turmoil, too—the regrets I try to bury and the ache of all the times I failed her. It’s strange to think that over three decades ago, this fierce, beautiful
