Isabel looked at the box.
For the first time since Gabriel had returned, his
The expression lost some of its harshness.
No trust.
Not yet.
But there is resistance.
"Adrian has the right to decide what he wants to do with you," she said.
-I know.
Gabriel turned back to the boy.
—And if you decide you don't want to see me, I'll respect that.
Adrian looked at the man he had imagined throughout his life as someone indifferent.
Now he had in front of him a person who seemed just as deceived as they were, although in a different way.
That didn't erase the absence.
It only changed its meaning.
"I want proof," Adrian said.
Gabriel nodded.
—Whichever one you want.
—That you are my father.
Isabel opened her mouth.
Gabriel gently raised a hand.
-Alright.
Adrian kept his gaze fixed on her.
—And I don't want anyone telling me how to feel afterwards.
-Neither.
The confirmation came days later.
