“Emiliano, darling, go play inside for a while.
The boy obeyed without protest and disappeared into the house.
When the door closed, Alejandro sighed deeply. Then he took a chair and placed it in front of me.
“Sit down.”
I managed to get up with difficulty and sank into the chair.
I felt my heart pounding so hard that my chest ached.
Alejandro leaned against the wooden table, staring at the floor for a few seconds before looking up again.
“Do you remember what happened seven years ago?”
I frowned.
“Seven years?”
“Yes.
I tried to think.
Seven years ago it was a difficult time in my life. Mateo had just been born. I worked day and night to support my family.
“I don’t understand what you mean,” I replied.
Alejandro crossed his arms.
“There was an accident.
The word fell like a stone in my memory.
And suddenly… I remembered.
A rainy night.
A dark road near the outskirts of Guadalajara.
I was returning from a work trip. He was exhausted. He had barely slept in two days.
A truck suddenly appeared in front of me.
Then… darkness.
My breathing stopped.
“The hospital,” I whispered.
Alexander nodded slowly.
“Exactly.
I felt the ground move again under my feet.
“But—what does that have to do with—”
He interrupted me.
“That night you weren’t the only one who arrived at the hospital.
The wind moved the leaves of the garden. The sound seemed too loud in the midst of that silence.
“Sofia was there, too,” Alejandro continued. She was eight months pregnant.
I felt a lump in my throat.
“There was a medical emergency,” he said. The hospital was full. There was chaos due to an accident on the highway. Several surgeries at the same time.
My mind began to connect pieces that I had never considered.
“The two babies were born that same night,” he added.
My eyes slowly opened.
“What…?”
Alejandro spoke in a deep voice.
Mateo and Emiliano were born minutes apart.
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