His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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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program, the research that's saved so many lives. He's

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

followed her as we left the

but my thoughts

was something about

something I couldn't

shook it off and

present. Vesta led me through more hallways, explaining

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and programs within the

today-the children in the kindergarten, the life this organization had breathed into families who had

dedicated herself

bigger

us.

us.

a heaviness to

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

back toward the hallway, the distant sound of footsteps echoed again, and I couldn't shake

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just the lives of others-it might change mine,

uncertainty.

this place, with all its

the answers

even know

searching for.

I had lost and find

needed to

piece by piece.

stood in the courtyard, Carlos's

haunted

indifferent expression was

stark contrast to the

Vesta and the vibrancy

pale,

life had drained the color

behind sharp, rigid

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