years ago.”
The courtroom remained silent.
Even Judge Rivas stopped pretending to review documents.
Catalina handed me the photograph.
A young woman stood smiling beside a hospital crib.
Inside the crib was a baby.
A baby with a tiny bandage above her left eyebrow.
My hand immediately flew to my scar.
My knees nearly gave out.
“No…”
Tears filled Catalina’s eyes.
“I searched for you for twenty-eight years.”
My heart pounded.
I looked down at the photograph again.
Then back at her.
The resemblance was impossible to ignore.
Héctor finally
