|Nieves|
As much as I was eager for Kairos to finally meet my relatives and face the questions that were bound to come, I couldn’t ignore the fatigue e written all over him. The moment we stepped into the mansion and the warm light washed over his face, I truly saw him—drenched from the sea, the sleeves of his shirt clinging to his arms, his features drawn and pale with exhaustion.
Whatever urgency I had melted away then.
I turned quickly to my grand-aunt, who stood now at the center of the hall like a queen surveying her court.
“If it’s alright with you,” I began, my voice steady but firm, “can we continue this conversation over dinner instead? Kairos needs a moment to rest and change. It seemed that…he sailed far.”
Her eyes flicked to him, assessing, before her expression softened
