The silence hanging there between them was charged with unspoken things, the air thick with the weight of Rosa’s decision. Samson remained silent and stared into her eyes while his heart hammered against his ribs. Every nuance of her face, the way her lips pressed against one another, and the way her fingers twined the edge of the document told him she was battling herself. He didn’t dare interrupt, realizing this was a turning point.
Then Rosa inhaled deeply, raising her eyes to his. Her voice was soft, almost fragile, as she broke the quiet. “You really think this is going to help?”
Samson straightened, leaning slightly forward to close the space between them. “I wouldn’t offer it if I didn’t believe it could,” he said firmly, his tone steady, yet edged with vulnerability. “This isn’t
