Urso
The tension consuming me was impossible to describe. I tried to breathe, but it felt like the air wouldn't reach my lungs. Every second in that hideout, away from my daughter, was torture. I was desperate, consumed by guilt, my head bursting with thoughts. Hating myself for leaving the hospital. For not being by Sophia's side. For leaving her there, in that cold bed, surrounded by wires and machines, without even being able to feel my presence. And at the same time... I knew. I knew that if I had stayed, I would already be in jail. I would have fallen for it like a fool, just the way that damn Jéssica wanted. She set it up. She provoked. She waited for the right moment to strike. And I fell. I fell because I'm a father. Because I'm human. Because I can't pretend to be calm when wha
