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for words.
He crossed the room slowly, as if approaching something fragile enough to vanish, and knelt beside his son.
“Mateo,” he said.
The boy’s mouth trembled. He did not answer. But he leaned.
Only a little.
Still, that small leaning was enough.
Esteban closed his eyes for one brief second before gathering his son carefully against his chest.
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