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I am afraid of you
Maximo's POV. When we arrived home, a scene unfolded before us. Our entire family awaited us in the hall, their expressions tense and anxious. As we entered, all eyes turned towards Rosa, and it was clear that they were overwhelmed with concern. Upon spotting Rosa, they immediately enveloped her, bombarding her with a barrage of questions about her well-being. It was as if they couldn't hold back their curiosity any longer. In the midst of this, I stood there, virtually unnoticed. Despite being with Rosa and having faced off with the assailants myself, the spotlight was solely on her. It stung that my own family seemed to disregard my part in the events. Dad stepped forward, seeking to get a clearer picture of what had transpired. Despite my prior attempts to brief him, he appeared diss
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