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You kneel beside her. “You did the bravest thing,” you whisper. “You told the truth.”
Her lip trembles. “Will he come back?”
Your throat tightens. “No,” you promise. “Not to hurt you.”
She nods slowly, like she wants to believe you but isn’t used to promises being real.
That night, you don’t sleep.
You set up heaters. You buy food. You hire a nurse to check your father.
You hold your mother’s hands and realize how small they’ve become.
Your father keeps whispering the same sentence over and over, like he’s trying to scrub shame off his soul.
“We didn’t want to be a burden,” he says.
You swallow hard. “You’re not a burden,” you reply. “You’re my reason.”
Over the next weeks, you do what you should’ve done years ago.
You audit everything.
You file reports.
You freeze accounts and change passwords and replace cards and create legal barriers Tomás can’t crawl through again.
And then you discover the final betrayal.
A deed.