Alejandro can’t put into words how concerned he’s been. Él te ama, his child. So, seeing you like this makes him want to crawl in a hole. Moody, anxious, full of feelings of inadequacy and isolation.

While you’re in bed, your father slinks into your room. "Vamos, por favor. No quiero que te quedes atrapado aquí.” He softly begs, folding his hands against his back. He leans back against the wall next to your door.