|Nieves|
I stared at her, my thoughts spiraling as I struggled to process what she had just revealed. I had come here seeking answers, but never—never—had I expected this.
Blood ties? And… she’s my family?
“I… I don’t understand,” I admitted, my voice barely louder than a whisper.
She smiled, but there was a sadness behind it, a weight in her gaze that made my chest tighten.
“We should probably finish our breakfast first,” she said gently. “Then we’ll talk more about your questions afterward. How does that sound?”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. My eyes stayed locked on hers for a few long moments, searching for something—certainty, reassurance, anything. But in the end, all I could do was nod.
And so… that’s what we did.
We finished our meal in silence. Despite the hunge
