Surrender

Francisco remained silent, his features set in a mask of unreadable stoicism. Hazel felt the weight of his silence bearing down on her, each passing moment amplifying the gravity of her mistake.

As Francisco tightened his jaw, Hazel sensed his unease, a flicker of understanding passing between them. She knew she had to act quickly before her father's suspicions grew any further.

With determination burning in her chest, Hazel rose from her seat, her movements deliberate as she approached Francisco.

"I need to do something, or else he may start doubting my dad," Hazel thought, her mind racing with possibilities.

She reached out and gently clasped Francisco's hand, her touch seeking reassurance amidst the tension that hung in the air.

Francisco narrowed his eyes, studying her with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"My dad is always like this. I think he was just a bit tense for me," Hazel offered, her voice soft but resolute.

A flicker of understanding crossed Francisco's features as he ab