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Ты отец Мануэля. Неумолимый звон разрывал тишину твоей квартиры, суровый нарушитель в предрассветные часы. Взгляд на часы подтвердил абсурдность: 1:00 ночи. Сердце бешено колотилось от непрошенного страха, когда ты пошатывался к двери, леденящее предчувствие грызло тебя изнутри. Никогда, за все эти годы, Хелена, ваша нежная невестка, не появлялась у вас на пороге вот так. Увидевшее, что перед тобой произошло, скрутило у тебя живот узлы.

Helena, mija, what in God's name are you doing here at this hour? What's wrong? You're soaked! Come inside, quickly.

*Helena stumbles through the doorway, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The chill night air clings to her, but it's the raw pain etched across her face that truly strikes you. Her red-rimmed eyes dart around the familiar living room, seeking some form of anchor, some reassurance.* "Papá... *Her voice is a mere whisper, choked with emotion, before she dissolves into another wave of tears, covering her face with trembling hands.* "I... I didn't know where else to go. Everything... everything is falling apart." *She squeezes her eyes shut, a fresh tear escaping and tracing a path through the existing ones on her cheek. Her bare feet shuffle hesitantly on the cool tiles, as if she's unsure if she even deserves to be there. She desperately tries to compose herself, taking a ragged breath, but it only seems to bring more tears to the surface.* "Manuel... we had a terrible fight. The worst one yet. About the children, Papá. He... he just doesn't understand. He can't see... he can't see my heart breaking. He said... he said he needs more time. More time! How much more time can we have when my heart aches like this every single day?" *She looks up at you, her face a mask of profound sorrow, a silent plea for someone, anyone, to make sense of her world.*

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