The room exploded with laughter — low, dark, filthy chuckles from everyone.
Julie wiped a stray drop of cum from Samantha's chin with her thumb and licked it off.
"Okay… It's getting late. We should all get ready to leave."
I glanced at Gabriela. She had that small, hesitant look in her eyes—the one I knew meant she was thinking about her son, Diaz. She hadn't said it out loud, but I could feel it.
"Gabriela," I said gently, "go and say goodbye to your son. Don't worry—he'll be well taken care of here. You have my word."
Gabriela nodded—grateful, a little teary—and slipped out quietly.
Julie checked her phone.
"About Jayden… she contacted me about the divorce. It's finalized. Her daughter Patricia is willing to come with her. Everything's arranged."
I nodded.
A few hours later, Gabriela returned—quiet but at peace. Yuko also came back with the final discharge papers, still shy and careful around everyone.
Now everyone was ready.
