Sleep didn't come after Mateo's discovery. I tossed and turned all night, imagining worst-case stories playing out like scary movies behind my closed eyes. By morning, my nerves were stretched thin as thread about to break.Carlos had already left for work by the time I went downstairs, his half-empty coffee cup the only sign he'd been there at all. I moved through the kitchen quietly, pouring my own coffee, feeling like a stranger in my own home.The sound of small footsteps on the floor made me turn. Mateo stood in the doorway, already dressed in his private school uniform, his backpack held in front of him like a shield. His face was unusually serious for a child his age."Good morning, Mateo," I said, trying to sound normal. "Would you like some breakfast before school?"He didn't answer, just watched me with those dark, knowing eyes. After a long moment, he stepped fully into the kitchen."You want to hurt my family," he said, his voice small but accusing.I set my coffee cup dow
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