Enrique's hollow eyes met mine, and for the first time, I saw something truly terrifying in them, not hatred or madness, but a calmness that bitting my skin. .

“Because," he said softly, almost gently, "I wanted to watch."

The room went cold.

"I wanted to stand at a distance, maybe from the shadows, maybe from somewhere you'd never think to look and I wanted to see it." He tilted his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "The moment when you realize you've lost everything. When the future you dreamed of the baby's first steps, her first shift, her first words all of it just... evaporates,...