登入“You have to come with me,” he insisted, desperation now trembling in his voice. Jacob tensed further and stepped forward. Paul raised his hands as if trying to calm things down, but his eyes revealed something dark. “Sweetheart, you have to come with me. It’s only natural,” he repeated—and then added something that froze the room. “I assumed legal custody of you.” The smile he wore when he said it sent ice through my veins. Jacob and Dad went rigid, but I let out a dry laugh. I think everyone was confused by the way I laughed—and maybe it took me a second longer to stop. “‘Natural?’ ‘Legal custody?’ After disappearing for more than a decade?” I asked, still laughing. His serious expression was almost poetic—completely out of sync with the nonsense he was spewing. “Do you really think you can drop an ‘I am your father’ line like it’s ‘Star Wars’ and expect me to follow you? In the movie,
Paul was a man with slumped shoulders and a shifty gaze, his unkempt beard looking like a refuge for his own miseries. I was used to seeing Dad and Jacob—always neat, always steady… and seeing Paul there, trembling despite the warm afternoon, his shirt wrinkled and the stench of abandonment clinging to him, made my stomach churn. He looked like someone who had forgotten how to take care of himself—and worse, he looked desperate. I didn’t even try to control my expression. The grimace I made must have been brutal, because Paul’s eyes widened as if I’d slapped him, and he immediately dropped his gaze, unable to hold mine. After all these years, he just shows up here, out of nowhere, and calls me sweetheart? «This has to be a sick joke.» “I already have a father,” I said as calmly as I could, though my throat burned. “You’re looking at him. He’s standing right in front of you.”
Another Monday…Another Tuesday…Another Wednesday…Another Thursday…Another Friday…Another Saturday…Another Sunday…***The days passed as if time had lost its edges.Nothing in the house sounded the same since Mom was gone; even the clocks seemed to mark the hours in a different language.Dad didn’t pressure me to go back to school. He told me I could stay home for as long as I needed. Kate took notes for me and dropped them off in the afternoons, always accompanied by a forced smile or a chocolate she claimed was ‘medicine for the soul’.Dad didn’t seem eager to return to work either. His office had handled the pending contracts, and he took a few days off. I suppose neither of us wanted to be alone with our own thoughts. At least we had each other.Sometimes we met in the kitchen and shared a coffee in silence. I watched him sitting across from me, hands clasped together, eyes fixed on his cup as if searching for answers at the bottom. I understood then that it wasn’t only my p
I wore black on the grayest day of my life.The church was full. The closed casket stood before the altar. I heard Dad tell Jacob that it was better this way—that the accident had been too violent and there was no need to expose her. He had been the one to identify the body. He didn’t want me to carry that image with me.The words spoken during the service hit me one after another: memories, shared laughter, my mother’s kindness, the mark she left on every life she touched. I kept waiting to turn my head and see her somewhere, smiling calmly, as if all of this were a mistake.Beautiful words for someone who was no longer here.The house had never been so full. Familiar faces and others I barely recognized came up to offer condolences, but I only nodded, unable to form more than a few words.“Camila,” Jacob’s voice pulled me from my haze. “I think you should sit down for a moment. It’s not good for you to be standing so long—your foot needs rest.”I knew he was right, but I no longer f
There are moments when people talk to you, and you say you’re listening, but you’re not really hearing them—so you don’t understand what they’re saying.That’s what was happening with Jacob, because what he was telling me couldn’t be true. It didn’t make sense. No. It wasn’t true. Mom was supposed to pick me up. She said she would. That was the plan. My mom would come for me. My mom would come.I shook my head, certain she’d be here any second.“No. You didn’t need to come get me. My mom will be here any moment.”«She… she told me she had things to do and then she’d come.»Jacob hugged me tighter, holding my head with one hand as he whispered in my ear:“I’m so sorry, Cami.”“Jacob, no. My mom will be here soon.”“I’m so sorry, Cami.”“No, Jacob.”“Cami…”My heart stopped. Panic rose inside me like an uncontrollable wave; I couldn’t breathe, my chest felt like it was going to burst. I didn’t know if I wanted to scream, throw up, or cry. One thought kept spinning in my head:My mom
The house was quiet that Wednesday night.Mom had made pasta, and the table felt emptier than usual—just the three of us sitting together, with the distant murmur of the television playing in the family room as background noise. There wasn’t much to talk about, so I took advantage of the moment to give them a gentle reminder about the weekend.“I know these past few weeks have been hard, and I really appreciate all the support you’ve given me, but it’s almost over—I promise,” I said, setting up my next favor.“That’s what we’re here for, Cami,” Dad replied with a smile.Truthfully, I’d tried my best to cooperate so they wouldn’t get tired of driving me everywhere and taking care of me like a patient. I’d only gotten one small—big—scolding when the doctor discovered a ruler inside the cast. The itching had been unbearable.“So… would this be a good time to remind you that I have the math competition on Saturday?” I asked, fiddling with my fork.Dad stifled a laugh, trying not to tease







