Edgar approached Marcela with steps that were far too firm for someone claiming to be fine. His expression was closed off, hard, as though he had just swallowed something bitter.“I’m going to say goodbye to Mr. Frederico and Grandma Olga,” he said quietly. “Then we’re leaving.”Marcela narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, immediately sensing that something had happened.Inside, however, she was loving every second of it.She moved a little closer, searching his face.“What happened?” she asked with carefully measured calm.Edgar took a deep breath, his shoulders rigid.“Nothing,” he replied too quickly. “Luna’s waiting for me to put her to bed.”The silence that followed was heavy.Marcela kept her gaze fixed on him, studying every micro-expression: the tight jaw, the slight clenching of his fist, the nearly imperceptible shift in his eyes.She didn’t believe him for a second.And, to her own surprise, she loved seeing him like this.“Of course...” she finally said, flashing a radiant
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