When Silence Fights Back
That evening, Gabriel returned home later than usual. He found Prisca sitting at the dining table with the papers spread in front of her. She looked smaller. He noticed but didn’t comment. “You filed,” she said quietly. “Yes.” “So that’s it?” “Yes.” She held up one page. “Fraud?” “You lied about paternity.” “I believed it was yours at first.” “You chose not to confirm.” She looked down. “You’re making me look like a monster.” “You made those choices.” Her voice broke. “Do you even care that this will destroy me?” He paused. “I cared for years.” “That’s not what I asked.” Gabriel looked at her carefully. “I don’t want to destroy you,” he said calmly. “I want out.” The honesty hurt more than anger. “And Daniel?” she asked. “He stays with me.” “You can’t decide that al
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