Angélica arrived at the hospital with worry etched across her face. She asked for directions at the reception desk and followed the long corridors until she reached Isabela’s room. Inside, she found the young woman lying in bed, eyes swollen, skin pale, and gaze vacant. The room was silent except for the steady hum of the medical equipment.

“Good morning, Isa…” Angélica said softly, trying to bring a trace of comfort into the heavy air.

Isabela lifted her eyes slowly, forcing a fragile smile.

“I thought you wouldn’t come…” she murmured, her voice trembling.

“Of course I would. You matter to me.”

Isabela let out a theatrical sigh, a tear slipping down her cheek. Resting one hand on her belly, she spoke with deliberately visible pain:

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without Thor, Angélica. I… I can’t take it anymore. I don’t eat, I don’t sleep. My heart hurts all the time. And what if my baby feels all of this too?”

Before Angélica could respond, the door creaked open and Lívia e