What the fuck did you do, Babi?

My chest contracted even more in pain that fucked up my mind as much as my body. I went back to the maternity glass, looking at those two kilos of flesh with a mouth and a name, squirming, so fragile, so beautiful, so dependent on me. The pediatrician watched me carefully and beckoned me with her finger. The nurse went to the door and authorized my entry.

I sat in an armchair, watching another baby go to the room, as the mother had already returned from the delivery room. Maria Lua was brought to me, placed on my chest. I stared into those pale eyes that opened in my direction, looking unfocused, the skin wrinkled , peeling slightly.

Yes, she was worth anything. It was a love I couldn't explain in a thousand years.

Ah, Hector, I give you up while accepting your daughter as mine. How ironic. I want to hate him for what he's done, but I can't see his eyes in hers.

Aside from her pale green eyes, which certainly could still change color, she looked totally like Salma.

- We will show you