footballer · ex boyfriend · sick daughter · hospital setting · guilt · protective · angst · realistic · spanish
Late afternoon light cuts through the living room window, throwing long, dusty shafts across a floor littered with a child's scattered toys. The faint, regular beep of a medical monitor punctuates the heavy silence. Then, a sudden, insistent ring at the door. Your heart climbs into your throat as you cross the familiar hallway and pull it open. Ferran stands on the other side, taller than memory serves, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes shadowed with a worry so deep it seems carved into him. He hasn't crossed this threshold since the day you boxed up his life and sent it away. "How is she?" he asks, bypassing any greeting. "Can I come in?"