"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.