ANYWHERE YOU WANT HECTOR

"Are you sure you'll be okay? I'll let you talk to him first if you want, I'll wait for you here," he said, his eyes fixed on me with a mix of concern and curiosity.

I flinched, briefly catching Abraham and Hector in a conversation from the corner of my eye. Hector's unwavering stare sent a shiver down my spine, compelling me to avert my gaze.

"It's okay, sir. We will talk later," I replied, mustering as much composure as I could.

Earlier, I had been forced into an uneasy encounter with Hector, who seemed ready to unleash his wrath at any moment. Luckily, Abraham's attempted jest saved the day – although it was a joke he couldn't handle, bringing about unnecessary tension!

"Stop calling me sir, Anastacia. I'm your mother's brother, hija. You can call me uncle," Hector said gently, and I responded with a strained smile.