Thor hugged Arthur.“Everything looks incredible,” Thor commented, looking at him. “So, brother… ready to start changing diapers?”Arthur smiled.“I was hoping Miguel would come with an instruction manual.”“Keep dreaming,” Zoe replied, lightly tapping his arm with a grin. “No manual at all… this baby was going to roll out surprise updates every night, at dawn.”“I’m already preemptively jealous if it’s a boy,” Thor said, amused. “He’d better stay away from my girls.”“Relax, my friend,” Arthur replied. “Miguel will be a gentleman. But he’s going to be handsome… so be prepared.”Then Tatiana arrived carrying little Enzo, accompanied by Roberto. The baby was dressed entirely in green, instantly drawing smiles from everyone.“If it’s a boy, Enzo already has company,” Tatiana said. “But I have a feeling it’s Clarisse. Zoe has total girl-mom energy.”Zoe laughed.“What I have is hunger, sleep deprivation, and swelling, my friend. But thank you—it's definitely Clarisse.”The movement never

Sabrina walked along the illuminated streets of São Paulo, holding the leash of little Mel, her white, restless dog. She wore a light dress that swayed with the night breeze and gently caressed her already advanced pregnant belly.She thought about the turbulent days she had just lived, trying to find some sense of peace in the simplicity of that walk. Mel sniffed the sidewalks, tugging at the leash now and then, and Sabrina smiled.That was when, at the corner, the sound of a revving engine made her heart race. She didn’t even have time to react.The red light didn’t stop the black car that sped through uncontrollably. The impact threw her onto the asphalt. Mel barked desperately. Pain exploded through Sabrina’s body, and her first instinct was to protect her belly.The car screeched to a halt a few meters ahead. The driver—a boy who couldn’t have been more than eighteen—stumbled out, the strong smell of alcohol escaping with his hurried breathing.“My God… what did I do?” he babbled

He then turned to Arthur, picking up a small women’s handbag from the chair.“This is Sabrina’s purse,” he said, handing it to him.Arthur took it, his eyes fixed on the bag for a moment before lifting them to the lawyer.“Keep it with you, Álvaro… and give it to her parents when they arrive. Were you able to reach them?”“I already contacted her parents, but they won’t be able to get to Brazil until tomorrow,” the lawyer replied.“My God… her parents must be beside themselves,” Eloísa murmured, pressing a hand to her chest.Álvaro then looked at Zoe.“Zoe, I was informed that Sabrina wants to speak with you.”“No,” Arthur answered immediately, firmly, leaving no room for discussion.Otto’s expression tightened, clearly displeased.“What does that woman want with my daughter-in-law?”“I have nothing to say to Sabrina,” Zoe replied, her tone direct and controlled.Eloísa stepped closer, gently touching Zoe’s arm.“My dear… I know this is hard for you, but… she may want to say something

The hallway was silent when Zoe returned. Her steps were steady, but an invisible weight rested on her shoulders. The cold hospital air felt heavier, denser, and every breath demanded more effort. As she approached the private room, she saw Arthur with a serious expression, Otto and Eloísa beside him, and, a little farther away, the lawyer Álvaro. Thor and Celina had arrived while she was still talking to Sabrina.As soon as Zoe crossed the doorway, Celina was the first to stand up. The worried look on her face couldn’t hide the relief of seeing her.“How are you?” she asked, already pulling her friend into a tight embrace.Zoe couldn’t answer right away. She stayed wrapped in Celina’s arms for a few seconds, absorbing the warmth of the gesture. When she pulled away, she didn’t look at Arthur—or at anyone else. Her eyes searched for only one person.“Mr. Álvaro… please, could you give me Sabrina’s purse?”Álvaro, who had been watching her with discreet attention, frowned slightly but

The silence in the house was so absolute that she could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator.She walked over to the armchair near the glass wall. With a slow movement, she pulled the curtain aside, and the city below appeared before her, illuminated by the headlights of the few cars still crossing the avenues. The early morning had that bluish, cold tone—yet somehow comforting.She lifted her eyes toward the sky, barely visible between the buildings, and whispered:“I know I said You didn’t exist when my life turned upside down…”She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.“Forgive me for that. Today I understand why my son came at a moment when I didn’t want him. Thank You for his life, for my marriage…”A crooked smile slipped out, her slightly crazy side surfacing even in that improvised prayer.“I know we’re living together, that I’ve sinned plenty already, my God—and what a good sin…”She sighed, almost smiling.“Sorry, God, but my husband is insanely hot. Jesus… w