Without waiting for an answer, Celina walked straight into the kitchen. Mrs. Sara was just finishing the dishes.

“Mrs. Sara… thank you for everything. I’m leaving now. But please, send me news about him.”

She picked up a notebook and a pen from the counter and wrote down her cell phone number.

“For everything you hold sacred, keep me informed. And tell him… tell him I was here. That it was me who took care of him.”

Mrs. Sara stepped closer, moved, and wrapped Celina in a firm embrace.

“Don’t worry, my dear. You cared for him with so much tenderness… I’ll never forget that. Go in peace. I’ll keep you updated.”

“When he wakes up, give him the soup… but don’t tell them I made it.”

She returned quietly to the bedroom. Isabela was nowhere in sight. Thor was sleeping deeply, his face finally at peace. Celina walked to him and caressed his face gently.

“You have no idea how much I love you…” she whispered in his ear, her voice trembling. “Please fight. Be well. For me… for us.”

She kissed hi