His body began to shake violently.
The quiet tears turned into deep, wrenching sobs.
He stared at his daughter with a mixture of terror and fragile hope the guards would remember for the rest of their lives.
“Is that true?” he managed, voice splintering.
Elena nodded solemnly.
Mateo surged to his feet so hard the bolted chair toppled backward.
The guards rushed forward, but he wasn’t trying to fight or flee.
He was shouting—shouting with a power no one had heard from him in five years….
