Six months later.

Rubén came running to the hospital, searching the corridors for Myriam, until he found her hugging Tony.

“What happened?” he questioned. “I came as soon as you called me”

"He has a high fever again," she whispered weakly.

Ruben inhaled deeply.

“At this age it's normal, it must be an infection”

Myriam shook her head, clinging to her son's small body.

"I take good care of him," she said as she cooed to him. "Look at these marks" she pointed and lifted the boy's shirt.

Rubén's lips trembled when he saw several bruises on the little boy's skin, his heart sank.

"Let's wait for a doctor to check him out," he recommended, trying to sound steady.

Immediately they took Myriam and the baby to the pediatric emergency room, they treated him, and the specialist recommended hospitalizing the child.

"Is something wrong?" Myriam questioned trembling.

"We need to do several studies, don't worry," said the doctor.

The young mother did not separate from her son for a single moment, she