But just as she was about to place him in Lucía’s arms…
The door opened.
And everything changed.
The doctor on duty stepped in—a man in his late fifties, calm, experienced, the kind of presence that made people feel safe instantly.
Dr. Esteban Vega.
He picked up the chart, walked over, and glanced at the newborn.
Just one look.
That’s all it took.
He froze.
His face drained of color.
His hand trembled slightly.
And then—something no one in that room had ever seen before—
Tears filled his eyes.
“Doctor?” the nurse asked nervously. “Is something wrong?”
He didn’t answer.
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