Nobody moved.
The word sat in the room the way certain words do, not loud, not dramatic, just true, and truth has a weight that takes a moment to settle. Lucas looked at Eduardo. Eduardo looked at Lucas. Adrián stood in the doorway and the thing he had just said was still landing in all of us.
Lucas, to his credit, took it the way he takes most things, seriously, without panic, with the focused attention of a child who understands that some information deserves to be sat with before you respond to it.
Then he looked at Eduardo and said: "Okay. What's your name?"
Eduardo blinked. It may have been the first time in decades that someone had asked him that in that particular way.
"Eduardo," he said.
"I'm Lucas." He shifted on the foot of the bed, settling Bear more securely under his arm
