An hour later, Carolina sat across from her at the kitchen island, listening in stunned silence as Mariana recounted everything—including Alejandro telling her before dinner that he was embarrassed for Sergio to see her.
Carolina put her coffee cup down with a heavy clack. “He actually said those words to you?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re still sitting here wondering if you’re the one being dramatic?”
Mariana remained silent.
Carolina reached across the counter and picked up Sergio’s business card. “Call him.”
That afternoon, Mariana walked into the hospital for the first time in seven years.
Sergio was waiting in the main lobby.
Moments later, a tall, slender young man wearing a surgical resident’s coat stepped out of the elevator.
Daniel had exactly the same gentle eyes as his father.
“Dr. Torres,” Daniel said, a nervous, reverent smile appearing across his face. “I grew up hearing your name in our house.”
