Belial's POV
Maybe something broke, or it's just part of my imagination, but I never thought a few simple words could make me feel a deep emptiness.
"Rest, little brave one," I replied, accepting her little hand.
"Daddy, Daddy Rogelio," she said again before falling asleep.
"She's still confused about the effects of the substance," I commented. "She mistook me for her father, poor thing... I can imagine how much she must miss him," I responded, feeling so identified with that feeling of absence. Maybe that's why I sympathized with the girl; maybe that's why I felt that emptiness.
Ana agreed, approaching after taking a cloth from her bag to clean her daughter's forehead.
"Even though she never got to know him, she adores Rogelio. She carries his photo everywhere, makes drawings for hi
