You look at him quietly.
Then your eyes move to Ruth, whose perfume arrives before her words do.
“We truly do wish you the best,” she says. “This is healthier for everyone. A child deserves stability, and frankly, your life and Damián’s were heading in different directions.”
She says it with the warmth of velvet over broken glass. She wants the last word. She wants you diminished. She wants today to become the clean, elegant beginning of her great love story.
Instead, you smile.
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