DEMETRIA“Mi princesa, ¿estás ocupada?” (My princess, are you busy?) my father asked as soon as I picked up his call.“No, Papá, I just took a break from the kitchen. I’m in my office now.” I responded, leaning back in my chair, rubbing my temples lightly.“¿Cómo estás, hija mía?” (How are you, my daughter?)“Estoy bien, Papá, ¿y tú?” (I'm fine, Dad, and you?)“Yo también estoy bien, ¿cómo está mi yerno?” (I'm also fine, how’s my son-in-law?) he teased, and I could instantly picture his grin through the phone.I froze for a moment, staring blankly at the pen holder on my desk. My throat went dry as my mind scrambled for a response. How is he? That question alone made my chest tighten.“Demetria?” His voice broke through my silence, a hint of concern lacing his tone.“I’m sure he’s fine, Papá,” I said carefully, keeping my tone even.“¿Por qué dices eso, hija? (Why do you say that, daughter?)” He pressed gently.I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment. “We… had a misunderstanding, Papá.
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