The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, casting a soft glow over the space. Armando sat on the edge of the bed, his head resting in his hands, the weight of the day evident in the tension of his shoulders. Jessica stepped into the room quietly, her heart swelling with gratitude as she watched him. This man, who she once thought she could never trust, had moved mountains for her family.
“Armando,” she called softly, her voice tender.
He looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers. “Jessica.”
She crossed the room and knelt in front of him, her hands finding his. “I can’t even begin to thank you for everything you’ve done—for Sean, for Mia, for Derek and Lily. For my mom.” Her voice broke slightly, emotion thickening her words. “You didn’t have to, but you did.
