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I hesitated for a moment, my gaze shifting between David and Denise, a sense of uncertainty lingering.
"Mom?" Venedict's voice broke through, hiding behind Denise, evidently hesitant to face the Reymundos.
Feeling the tension, I gently rested my hand on Venedict's head, trying to provide comfort to my son who mirrored my unease.
"Ma'am, are you going to join them in the picture?" the photographer inquired abruptly.
Caught off guard, I reluctantly agreed, deciding to comply with their request and walk towards them.
Despite the complexities in my relationship with Victor, I saw no reason to harbor any animosity towards the Reymundos. After all, they still felt like my family, even though Victor and I had already gone our separate ways.
As I made my way to their position, I chose not to include Venedict in the picture-taking. Understanding his unease, I allowed him to stay behind Denise...
