FEW MINUTES AGO
If anyone had the power to rewind time, Antonio probably wouldn't just trade his entire fortune for it; he'd give his very soul. Just to go back years, to stop others from making the mistakes that would eventually wreck his life, so this sickening reality never even existed.
And when he meant "others," he meant Ernesto, his damn father.
Now seeing Abuelo lay lifeless in the bed like he wasn't just breathing yesterday, like he wasn't just cracking jokes and throwing sarcastic comments about his unborn child looking like Ernesto, a carbon copy.
Abuelo was always so full of life, a booming laugh and sharp wit always ready. Now, he was still. Too still. The room was heavy with a silence that screamed louder than any shout.
When Antonio finally got it—the horrifying, undeni
