40. The only thing that has been mine.
40. The only thing that has been mine. Lia. I close my eyes, leaning against the wall. One hand on my belly, where I can still feel its vulnerability. And I breathe deeply in search of composure, of strength, to hold onto my decisions. Because it would be so easy, so damn easy, to give in. But who guarantees me that, in the next conflict, he won’t leave me fighting alone again? Because he never trusted us, not even me. He destroyed everything. Before Becket can come out of the bathroom and find me in this vulnerable state, I move toward where my father and brother are still waiting. There is no longer joy or amusement in their eyes, only this serious expression as they watch me approach, which says a lot about how I must look at this moment. “Why did you hit him?” I ask Matheo, stan
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