Lucía looked between them, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to hold onto something that made sense.
“Why now?”
That was the question that changed everything.
Not the proof.
Not the past.
But the reason he had chosen this moment to return.
Javier took a deep breath, his shoulders tightening as if preparing himself for something inevitable.
“Because I’m sick,” he said quietly.
The words landed with a different kind of weight, one that shifted the direction of everything that followed.
“I don’t have much time,” he continued, his voice steadier now, as if he had rehearsed this part.
“And I didn’t want to d!3 without telling you the truth.”
There it was.
