words to you?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re still sitting here wondering if you’re the one being dramatic?”
Mariana said nothing.
Carolina reached across the counter and picked up Sergio’s business card. “Call him.”
That afternoon, Mariana entered the hospital for the first time in seven years.
Sergio waited in the main lobby.
Moments later, a tall, slender young man in a surgical resident’s coat stepped from the elevator.
Daniel had exactly the same gentle eyes as his father.
“Dr. Torres,” Daniel said, a nervous, reverent smile breaking across his face. “I