Elena.

While nursing my broken heart, I still struggled so hard to comprehend Deangelo's hurtful behavior towards me. His coldness and dismissive words echoed in my thoughts, a constant reminder of the rift that had formed between us.

The children, always perceptive, sensed my sadness. They attributed it to my worry for their father's well-being, a reasonable assumption. However, they couldn't grasp the depth of my concerns, the heavy uncertainty weighing on my heart. Their innocent attempts to comfort me evoked a mix of gratitude and sorrow. Diego, the youngest and most observant of both of them, approached me with his wide, innocent eyes filled with genuine concern. "Don't worry,...