Chapter 33
We walked further, the sound of the children's laughter fading behind us. After a few moments, we entered a quieter, more clinical part of the building. The vibrant energy of the kindergarten gave way to the sterile formality of a research
environment.
presence
We stopped in front of a large set of glass doors. Through them, I saw a conference room. Inside, older scientists sat around a long table, heads bent over papers and screens. But what caught my eye wasn't them-it was the young man sitting at the head of the table, his commanding the room despite his youth.
He wore a sharp suit, his dark hair neatly combed, but his face was serious and cold, almost detached. His eyes were fixed on
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the documents in front of him, barely
acknowledging the conversation
happening around him. There was something about him-something distant, authoritative, and... unreachable.
"That's Dr. Carlos," Vesta whispered beside me, her voice barely audible. "He's the
head of this organization. Brilliant researcher, M.D., but... not
exactly the
warmest person you'll meet."
I watched him for a moment,
I
fascinated by
how the older scientists seemed to defer to him, despite the age gap. There was an air
of quiet authority around him, one that
didn't need to be spoken to be understood.
"He's... young," I said, my voice low, not
wanting to interrupt the scene unfolding behind the glass. Vesta nodded. "He is. But he's responsible
for everything you've seen today-the
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that's saved so many lives. He's dedicated his life
he bore it with an almost
her as we left
thoughts
was something about him
me, something I couldn't
But I shook it
present. Vesta led me through more hallways, explaining the
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and programs within
had seen today-the children in the kindergarten, the life this organization had breathed into families
why Vesta had dedicated herself to this
bigger than
us.
us.
was a heaviness to
its challenges, its costs. The weight of responsibility hung in the air, especially around Carlos. I wondered what it would be like to be a part of this, to contribute to something
turned back toward the hallway, the distant sound of footsteps echoed again, and I
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lives of others-it might change mine, too. A sense
uncertainty.
place, with all its
challenges, held the answers
even know
searching for.
I had lost and find the healing,
to move
piece by piece.
I stood in the courtyard, Carlos's
haunted
indifferent
to
with Vesta and the
face was pale,
had drained
leaving behind sharp, rigid
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