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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volunteer program, the research that's saved so many lives. He's dedicated
up from his documents, how his posture remained rigid and focused. It was as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders, and he bore it with an almost inhuman detachment. There was something i intriguing about him, something I couldn't quite place. His -coldness, his distance-it made me curious. What kind of man carried such
as we left
thoughts lingered
something
me, something
shook
me through more
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and programs within the
in the kindergarten, the life this organization had breathed into families who had no hope. It was
why Vesta had dedicated herself
something bigger
us.
us.
a
work being done here wasn't without its challenges, its costs. The weight of responsibility hung in the air, especially around Carlos. I wondered what
toward the hallway, the distant sound of
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lives of others-it might change mine, too. A
uncertainty.
place, with all
the answers I
even know
searching
rebuild what I had lost and find the healing, peace, and strength
to move
piece by piece.
in
haunted
my thoughts. His cold, indifferent expression
to the warmth
found with Vesta and the
was pale, almost ascetic,
life had drained
leaving behind sharp, rigid
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