“You’re bluffing,” she snapped, though her voice trembled.
Sebastián didn’t answer.
Instead, he walked past her slowly and opened the nursery door.
Inside, the triplets were still crying, their tiny faces red, their little fists trembling in the air. The sound pierced him like a blade. He had heard it so many times before through phone calls, through rushed visits, through reports from nannies.
But today… it sounded different.
Today he wasn’t running away from it.
He walked to the cribs.
For a moment, he hesitated.
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