Sofía pulled her gently into an embrace and Jacqueline didn't realize just how much she needed it until that very moment.
She wrapped her arm tightly around the woman, careful of her injury, holding on as though she might fall apart if she didn't.
The tears came harder now, slipping freely down her cheeks.
Sofía held her close, one hand moving soothingly along her back, her touch soft, steady comforting. Her own eyes glistened with emotion as she held the girl.
She felt it deeply… pride.
Pride in her son for choosing a girl like Jacqueline. Someone strong. Someone who had endured so much and was still standing.
Silently, she prayed that life would finally be kind to them both. That happiness real, lasting happiness would find its way into their lives.
After a moment, Sofía gently pulled back.
Her hands came up to cup Jacqueline's face, thumbs brushing away the tear tracks with tenderness. She smiled at her soft, warm, reassuring.
