Page 238 of Bad Prince
The part that matters.
“I just thought you should know…”
My voice softens.
Not weak.
Not small.
Just real.
“…you have a daughter.”
The word hangs there.
Heavy.
Final.
I stare straight ahead.
At the flowers.
At the sunlight hitting the fountain.
At a life that just split into before and after.
“A daughter you should be damn proud of,” I add, switching fully into English now, my tone steady, un-shaking.
Then, softer?—
“Me gustaría conocerte.”
I would like to meet you.
I close my eyes again.
“I don’t know how this is going to make you feel. I just found out about you too.”
A small, humorless exhale.
“This is new for me.”
I grip the phone tighter.
“But it would mean a lot… if we could meet. Talk. Figure this out.”
My voice dips.
Not breaking.
Just honest.
“Together.”
Silence stretches.
The voicemail still recording.
