He struck a chord; Graciela's chest tightened as Alex told her that Zac didn't blame her. She didn't know what caused her to suddenly believe his words when she was condemning herself to hell just a few moments before, but Alex was Zacharias' father, he would know. At least, that's how it felt, and she somehow managed to hug her husband even tighter than she had been before. Ay, yes, she was already feeling much better now that he was beside her and not so far away, how had she allowed him to be out of her reach for so long?
Graciela shut her eyes and pressed her forehead to Alex's chest, trying to calm her breaths and relax some. It couldn't do any good to create a tension filled room, sim? That if the mood around Zac was better, then maybe he could feel the good feelings vibrating off of them and...well, yes, that made sense---if she started to believe that he'd be okay, and hope and pray...okay, it was coming back, see---only a very short, insignificant lapse in faith, perdoname deus--
"Do you think he is going to be okay?"
She whispered it softly, not pulling back, but her eyes opened as she awaited his answer. If Alex didn't believe Zacharias would make it, Graciela prayed that he would lie to her and tell her that he would. She hoped that he lied to her until the last possible moment, because then she could truly find it in herself to keep up the faith in her infant son.
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