"Daughter," I hear a voice repeat it over and over again, "please wake up."

Is my father here? Where am I? I can not see him.

"Mauricio, you don't know how sorry I am," I hear Lucas say.

What is he doing here? No, not him, please.

I move to try to flee.

"Daughter, calm down," he tells me, and for the first time, I feel his hand touching me.

Am I not dead? I want to open my eyes to see my father, but I can barely lift my eyel