“No,” Dr. Vega smiled. “My son. Adrián. You and that boy brought him back to us. I thought I had lost him forever.”
Lucía reached over and squeezed his hand.
“We saved each other.”
As the stars appeared overhead, Lucía thought back to that lonely day in the hospital. The fear. The pain. The moment Dr. Vega saw his grandson and broke down in tears.
She had walked into that hospital thinking she had no one.
She walked out with a family she never expected — one built not by blood alone, but by love, forgiveness, and unbreakable strength.
And in the quiet moments, when Mateo slept peacefully in his crib, she would whisper the same promise she made during pregnancy:
“I’m never leaving you.”
But now, she knew something even more powerful.
She wasn’t alone anymore.
