Two weeks later, Thor had just finished another morning physiotherapy session. The pain still came and went, but his progress was undeniable. Each week, he pushed his body a little further. The appointment had been quick but productive—the therapist had added a few more resistance exercises, and Thor, determined as ever, absorbed every detail.

Celina waited for him outside the clinic, sitting in the back seat of the car, dark sunglasses shielding her tired eyes. When Thor climbed in, she greeted him with a soft smile, one hand resting instinctively on her belly. He kissed her forehead gently and told the driver to head to the restaurant they had booked in São Paulo’s Jardins district.

The place was discreet—wood-paneled walls, wide linen-draped windows, and a tranquil indoor garden with small water fountains. They were led to a private table tucked among lush plants, hidden from prying eyes.

Lunch unfolded peacefully. After so many hectic days, Celina finally seemed more at ease. They