Zoe sat still, waiting for Diego’s voice to rise. She braced herself for him to scream, but instead, what he did surprised her.
Diego didn’t raise his voice. He spread his arms and let her sob quietly. He didn’t rush her, didn’t push her with questions. He just sat there, watching her tears run down her face, giving her space to let it all out.
When the crying slowed down and she was left with small sniffles, his tone was softer than she had ever heard.
“It’s my fault,” he said quietly. “And I am so sorry. If I didn’t drag you into all this, you wouldn’t have ended up in this position. Do you want us to talk about it?”
Zoe wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then gave a small laugh through her tears. “Why do I feel like this isn’t you? It feels so strange seeing you this… caring
