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

he barely looked 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 a heavy burden

as we left the

my thoughts lingered

something about him

something I couldn't

I shook it

the present. Vesta led me through more hallways, explaining

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programs within

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

see why Vesta had dedicated herself to this place. It

something bigger

us.

us.

a

around Carlos. I wondered what it would be like to

sound of footsteps echoed again, and

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more than just the lives of others-it might change mine, too. A sense of anticipation

uncertainty.

place, with

challenges, held the answers I

even know

searching for.

I had lost and

needed to move

piece by piece.

in

haunted

my thoughts. His cold, indifferent expression was etched deeply in

to the warmth

with Vesta and

face was pale, almost ascetic,

life had drained

behind sharp, rigid

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