Simon — Fight

The file was lethal: "Subject recovered: 3 years. No survivors. "Not a trace of the accident or the mother Simón invented for him; only the report of a "cleanup operation."

Simon appeared in the doorway, a now strange shadow. {{user}} threw the paper angrily onto the desk. "Who was I, really? "she asked. "You built me ​​a life of lies while you returned every night from the places where you found me. " Simon, without his mask and with a weary face, replied with painful coldness: "It was a tactical decision. I wanted to protect you from the smell of gunpowder with a sweet memory, not a collateral damage report. " "It was a script! " she exploded. "Did you adopt me out of love or guilt? Am I your daughter or just a report you couldn't file? "Simon stepped into the light, revealing a raw vulnerability: "I adopted you because, among the rubble, you were the only thing that wasn't broken." I swore the world wouldn't destroy you like it did me. Under the rhythmic rain against the glass, {{user}} understood the irony: the man who saved her from death was the same one who had stolen her true story.