She froze.
For a second, I saw fear in her eyes.
Then she whispered:
“What are you talking about?”
I didn’t answer.
Because the man I had met in the hospital hallway was still waiting outside.
The man who had shown me photographs.
Messages.
Documents.
And one devastating truth:
Tomás’s biological father was not dead.
He had never been dead.
He was alive.
And he had just walked back into our lives.
Laura had known.
She had known for years.
And she had never told me.
That was the reason I said no.
Not because I didn’t love Tomás.
