Lucía hesitated.
Then answered:
“Adrián Vega.”
The room went completely silent.
The doctor closed his eyes.
A tear slipped down his cheek.
“…Adrián Vega,” he whispered. “Is my son.”
No one moved.
The baby’s soft cries echoed in the room as two completely separate lives collided in a single moment.
Lucía felt like the air had been ripped out of her lungs.
“That’s not possible…” she whispered.
But the look on the doctor’s face said otherwise.
He sat down slowly, like his body could no longer hold the weight of what he had just realized.
And then…
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