“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…
He told her everything.
Adrián had been estranged from his family for two years.
They had fought. Badly.
He left, cutting off all contact.
His mother, María Elena, had died months earlier—heartbroken, still waiting for him to come home.
She used to leave an extra plate at the table every Sunday… just in case.
Lucía held her baby closer as she listened, her world shifting with every word.
Then she told her side.
How she met Adrián.
How charming he was.
How he never talked about his past.
How he built a life on half-truths and silence.
And how, the moment things got real—
He ran.
Dr. Vega listened quietly.
Then looked at the baby again… his expression softening.
“He has his grandmother’s nose,” he said gently.
Lucía let out a small, broken laugh through her tears.
Because somehow… that simple sentence felt more human than anything else.
Before leaving the room, the doctor paused at the door.
“You said you have no one,” he told her.
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