The room was enveloped in a nearly palpable calm, interrupted only by the soft typing coming from Lina's rapid keystrokes. Sitting with the computer on her lap, she occasionally cast tender glances at Declan, her son, whose peaceful sleep contrasted with the storm of emotions she harbored.
A lot had happened over the past week, but her plan remained intact. She had been patient because she was in no hurry; she knew the impact would be severe and leave a deep wound, just like the wound he inflicted on her by rejecting their son. The humiliation she faced from him and his mother had taken a back seat, but... did Rafael really not want to know anything about his son? She didn't think he would change his mind over time, but it pained her to have her son without a father, who only covered all
