“‘You are too small… can you really leave your seed in me?’ — the giantess mocked the lone rancher… but that man of the West ended up giving her a lesson no one saw coming.”
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Later, while he was repairing a ceiling board and she insisted on helping despite her injuries, Talia uttered his name for the first time as if she were tasting it inside her chest.
—Calder.
He looked up.
Talia approached slowly, with the truth written on her face.
—You saved my daughter as if she were your own.
Calder lowered his hands, uncomfortable with the intensity of those words.
—I was just in the right place.
Talia shook her head very slowly.
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—No. You were in my destiny.
The snow continued to fall softly outside. Inside, for the first time in a long time, neither of them felt like they were surviving alone.
PART 3
On the third day, the storm stopped roaring and began to whisper.
The snow was still there, high, immense, but it no longer fell with the fury of before. The air inside the cabin changed too. The fear was still there, of course. The wounds still marked Talia’s body. Nami’s fever still rose by the minute. Calder still woke before dawn, out of habit and because of an old loneliness that had become part of his bones. But something had stirred in that house.
It was difficult to name him.
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It wasn’t joy yet. It wasn’t complete peace. It was more like a truce. A warm pause between two shattered lives.
Nami was the first to show it. Mid-morning, she asked for water in a firmer voice, then she accepted bread soaked in broth, and when Calder offered her a spoon, the little girl didn’t turn away or hide. She looked at him with those dark, still-tired eyes and let him take care of her. Talia, who was sitting by the wall with a blanket over her shoulders, noticed the gesture. She said nothing, but something in her expression softened.
Outside, Calder climbed onto the roof to straighten some planks that the blizzard had dislodged. Not even ten minutes had passed when Talia appeared, still staggering, with a plank over her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” he asked, frowning. “You should be resting.”
—I rested while my daughter started breathing again —she replied—. Now it’s my turn to help.
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