Chapter 75

• Lucas
• I did not like going to my father’s house with Ester, but there were moments when obligation spoke louder. Today was one of those days. I bought a gift for the baby, a small gesture and, if I were honest, a completely forced one. But I was trying. Trying because, deep down, there was a part of me that still wanted to believe that some kind of harmony could exist between us.
• Driving to their house was always uncomfortable. With every mile, the resentment I felt toward my father seemed to grow. It was not just the fact that he got involved with Ester while he was still married to my mother, Beatriz. It was the whole history. He had always been the kind of man who attracted attention, who won people over without needing to make an effort. And yet, he failed at being the father I needed.