Javier felt something inside him shift, not suddenly, but like a crack spreading slowly through glass that had already been weakened long before this moment.
He didn’t speak right away. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth too soon, whatever came out wouldn’t be calm, wouldn’t be controlled, wouldn’t be something his daughter could safely hear.
Instead, he lowered himself completely to the floor, careful, deliberate, making himself smaller, less threatening, less like the storm already building inside his chest.
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