Nestor's voice echoed with a mixture of anguish and frustration as he poured out his heart, "How can you say that, Carmela? What about me?"
He sat alone in the humble hut, the silence around him punctuated only by the faint rustle of leaves outside. It had been more than a week since Carmela had left Eldoria with Martin, leaving Nestor to grapple with his emotions and thoughts in solitude.
Carmela's voice, filled with its own turmoil, responded from afar, "I'm struggling too, Nestor. But I hope you can understand the complexity of my situation and the sacrifices I've had to make for the sake of us and our child."
The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, mingling with the uncertainty that clouded Nestor's mind. He couldn't help but wonder how they had reached this point, where
