The Night I Learned What Real Fatherhood Looks Like

The door was slightly open. Inside, I saw Ricardo lying beside her, one arm gently around her small shoulders. She wasn’t crying. She was sleeping soundly for the first time in weeks.

When he saw me, he sat up calmly. “She woke up scared,” he explained softly. “I just comforted her until she fell asleep again.”

His voice was steady, but my mind was not. Fear and doubt crowded my chest. I nodded, but the seed of suspicion had already taken root.

The Camera in the Corner

The next day, while Ricardo was at work, I installed a small camera in Xime’s room. I told myself it was for her safety, but deep down, I was chasing my own fear.

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