Chapter 82 — Sofia’s Vigil(Point of view: Sofia Rojas)Night fell over the hospital with a different kind of weight. It wasn’t darkness—it was the waiting. The hallway gradually grew quiet: first the voices, then the footsteps, and finally the soft murmurs of nurses changing shifts. But I didn’t move.Adrián urged me more than once.“Sofi, let’s at least stay at the hotel across the street. You can sleep, rest, and we’ll come back in the morning…”I shook my head again and again.“No. I’m not leaving. I want to be somewhere I can hear if someone calls me.”He sighed, resigned. Then I watched him spring into action, as if he’d given himself a mission. He asked for pillows and blankets, spoke with the orderlies, and managed to get an inflatable mattress—the kind used for patients at risk of bedsores. He set it up on the couch in Guillermo’s office, plugged it in, and left it inflating while he went to get more things.I watched him in silence. This wasn’t the arrogant Adrián I knew. He

Chapter 84 — Dawn Amid Doubts (Point of view: Sofía Rojas) Dawn filtered through the blinds of Guillermo’s office in a soft, almost hesitant glow, as if the light itself weren’t sure it was welcome. I opened my eyes slowly, with that lingering feeling of a dream that had been too vivid. The warmth on my skin, the memory of a kiss, the weight of arms wrapped around me… had it been real? I turned my head just slightly and saw him. Adrián, perched on the edge of the couch, as if he’d spent the entire night somewhere between sleep and waking. His hair was tousled, his eyes closed, his hand still resting on my belly. And right there, beneath his palm, the baby kicked. A double caress. A silent complicity. I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. I didn’t dare wake him… even though part of me wanted to. The door opened without warning. Angela, my OB-GYN, walked in, her white coat wrinkled from hours on call. She smiled when she saw I was awake, but her gaze lingered for a moment on A

Chapter 86 — The Burden of Truth (Point of view: Adrián Castell) The sound of the hospital elevator was unbearable. Every chime felt like a judgment; every floor we passed was either a conviction or an acquittal. In my hands, I held the envelope with Sofía’s test results—the ones we had requested be repeated under chain of custody, leaving no room for doubt or tampering. Dr. Hale had been clear: “This time, no one touches it. I’ll supervise it myself.” I locked myself in a small conference room with Federico Klein. I didn’t want Sofía to receive anything until I had read it first. I owed her that certainty before I looked her in the eyes. I opened the envelope with trembling hands. The pages slid across the table, filled with numbers and medical terms that would be a maze to anyone. To me, they were a mirror of what I stood to lose… or save. “Well?” Klein asked, without moving from his chair. I took a deep breath, scanning every line, every value. And there it was. The levels

Chapter 88 — Between Relief and Waiting (Point of view: Guillermo Medina) The early morning in the hospital carries a different kind of silence, as if the hallways were breathing slowly, holding secrets in their walls. I had fallen asleep on the couch in my office; I needed the painkillers just to keep going, even though my knees still throbbed and the bandages felt tighter around my bruises. My body was protesting, but I had no intention of leaving that building. Not while Lili was still lying in that ICU bed. I had called my ex-wife and told her not to bring my daughter to see me—that I’d been in an accident and didn’t want her to see me like this—and that I couldn’t leave for anything in the world because of Lili. A soft knock on the door woke me. It was one of the residents on call, accompanied by Dr. Angela. They walked in with that look that makes you hesitate—unsure whether it means good news or bad. I sat up slowly, bracing myself. “Dr. Medina,” Angela began, her voice firm

Chapter 90 — Between Shadow and Awakening(Point of view: Lili)It was like being in two worlds at once. In the dream, everything was dark—a cold silence and a scream trapped inside my head: Guillermo was dead. I saw him lying in the street, covered in blood, and I wanted to run, to scream, to reach him.But my legs wouldn’t move.Everything was fog, and in the middle of that fog, that face appeared—those eyes, a woman’s eyes, full of hatred and fire.Valeria.I knew it the moment I saw her. It was her. It was her gaze piercing mine, as if she were savoring my terror.“Guillermo!” I screamed in my sleep, my throat tearing. “You can’t leave me! I haven’t kissed you the way I wanted to… I haven’t told you how much… how much I love you!”The pain felt so real it seemed like my chest would shatter into a thousand pieces.(Point of view: Guillermo Medina)The office was silent. I tried to distract myself by reviewing my patients’ charts, but the letters blurred and danced before my eyes. C