Lucca returned with Ara, who was in better condition, her eyes closed. When he saw her, he stopped; he was about to turn back, but heard her voice.

—Lucca…

—Little one —Lucca stepped toward her—. How do you feel? Does it hurt much?

—No, they’ve already given me painkillers. How’s the baby?

—I don’t know yet, they still have him inside. I just told the guys that everything went well; they were worried.

—But it’s almost three in the morning.

—Yes, but they won’t leave the waiting room. —Just then