I felt the room shift around me, the past rearranging itself in ways I had never imagined possible.
All those years of doubt, of whispers, of carrying a truth no one believed, and now suddenly, it was confirmed in the simplest, most undeniable way.
But instead of relief, what I felt was something else.
Something heavier.
Raquel spoke then, her voice softer than the others, but somehow cutting deeper than any accusation.
“You knew this for how long?”
Javier closed his eyes briefly, as if the answer itself hurt.
“A few months,” he admitted.
“I needed to be sure before I came here.”
Samuel laughed, but there was no humor in it, only bitterness sharpened by years of absence.
“Thirty years we didn’t matter enough to check, but a few months was enough to fix everything?”
