A feeling of betrayal washed over me.
What had Elena been hiding from me?
And why was Matthew part of it?
The air in the room became heavy.
Full of unanswered questions.
My world, which I thought I had under control, was teetering.
The Hidden Diary
The tension in the room was palpable.
A heavy silence.
Elena was still pale, her eyes fixed on me.
Mateo, with his intense gaze, went from Elena to the broken bird.
“Elena, I want the truth,” I said, my voice still cold.
“What is this? Why is my son on the floor and why are you trying to hide something?”
She lowered her gaze.
“Mr. Daniel, please, it’s not what you think.”
“And what do I think, Elena? Because right now, my mind is imagining the worst.”
Mateo emitted a high-pitched sound.
A lament.
Elena crouched down beside him and hugged him.
“Don’t worry, my child. Everything will be alright.”
I felt excluded.
Like an intruder in my own son’s life.
That feeling hurt me more than the possible betrayal.
“Don’t tell me ‘it’s not what you think.’ Tell me what it is. Now.”
Elena stood up, leaving Mateo alone for a moment.
He approached me with slow steps.
“This bird… Mateo made it. It’s his work.”
My brow furrowed.
“Did Matthew do it? With what?”
Mateo had motor limitations.
He always struggled with fine motor skills.
It was one of the reasons for his condition.
“With his hands. With patience. I just help him hold the tools, to guide him,” Elena explained.
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