Chapter 61 — What We Never Knew to Ask… Point of View: Sofía The room was warm, the light dim, filled with that crisp silence that exists only in examination rooms where life hasn’t quite arrived yet, but can already be heard. Sofía pulled her robe tightly around her body as if it were a shield. Her hands were trembling, not just from nerves, but from the flood of emotions she had been holding back ever since she found out the baby had a vision problem. But Sofía’s heart hadn’t been ready to share that pain yet. She hadn’t wanted to tell anyone. Not even Adrián. Because even though he was there, as present as he could be, she still felt alone. Broken, and also guilty for not being able to fully heal that wound between them. Lili, as always, sensed her tension. She helped her lie down on the examination table gently, as if afraid of breaking her even more than she already was. “The doctor is coming,” she whispered, stroking her arm. “Do you want me to call her?” Sofía nodded with

Chapter 63 — The Puppy Who Doesn’t Know His Child Yet(Point of View: Isabel Castel)That morning, Isabel and Fabián decided to go for a walk. It was time to tell him, in a quiet setting, that their grandson might be born blind.The road stretched out before them like a serene path into the unknown.Fabián didn’t know where they were going, but Isabel did, and that was enough.They walked in silence. It wasn’t awkward, but he could tell his wife was nervous. It wasn’t usual to see her so quiet.Fabián broke the silence.—Is it a surprise?—Something like that, Isabel replied, without taking her eyes off the road ahead. “But not the kind you celebrate with cake, Fabián.”They turned onto a dirt road, and there it was: the sign:“Guide Dog Training Center”Fabián frowned. He didn’t understand what they were doing there. But he said nothing. He had learned not to interrupt when his wife’s spirit was leading the way.They got out of the car.A young instructor greeted them. Isabel introdu

Chapter 65 — The Note That Lit the Fuse(Point of View: Sofía Rojas)Sofía found the folded piece of paper tucked between the pages of the medical file.She looked at it… and something inside her tightened like a wire pulled too tight.She didn’t need to read it twice.She understood it.She felt it.Her fingers clenched it tightly, crumpling the paper until she felt the edge digging into her palm. Anger rose hotly through her chest, stealing the air from her lungs.“Now then…” she whispered through clenched teeth, with a dangerous calm. “This is over.”She was tired. Tired of feeling afraid, of living as if she were being watched at every turn, of waiting for the next blow. In that moment, protecting her son ceased to be an instinct and became a declaration of war.She picked up the phone and called Adrián.“Come. Now. I’m at your parents’ house. It’s urgent.”She hung up without waiting for questions.Sofía knew exactly who that threat came from… and she wasn’t going to let that unh

Chapter 67 — The Legacy That Bears His Name(Point of View: Adrián)That morning, Adrián dressed with a deceptive calm, like someone who knows every gesture is a farewell disguised as routine.The white shirt slid over his shoulders with an unsettling smoothness, as if the fabric had no idea he was preparing to leave behind everything he once believed defined his life.The dark gray jacket, tailored and precise, settled on his back like armor he no longer intended to wear into battle.His shoes, polished until they reflected the light, marked a ritual learned by heart.The tie—the blue one Sofía had given him three years earlier—was tied without his hands trembling. Not because the emotion had disappeared, but because the doubts that once shook him were finally gone.Through the large window, the city moved on, indifferent.Cars. Pedestrians. Flashing lights.Everything continued forward as if it were just another ordinary day.But he knew it wasn’t.His life—the one he had slowly dis

Chapter 69 — A Vote of Confidence (Point of View: Sofía) Sofía watched him until Adrián’s silhouette disappeared down the hallway. There were no words of farewell, only that slight nod he gave her before turning and walking away. She felt a strange tightness in her chest—an uncomfortable mix of relief and anxiety. She knew there were matters that could no longer be postponed, and one of them was talking to her in-laws… and to Klein as well. The envelope Adrián had handed her was still in her hands, sealed, heavier than any ordinary document should feel. It was as if inside there were not just papers, but a part of the truth she had avoided facing for far too long. She took a deep breath and, forcing her stride to remain steady despite the heaviness in her legs, headed toward the adjoining office. There, gathered around a round table illuminated by the warm light streaming through a large window, were Isabel and Fabián. With them sat Federico Klein, leaning forward mid-conversation