But his father’s presence had already shifted the power dynamic. In the hallway, Miguel faced his son, his gaze unwavering. “This stops now, Ricardo.
You have a family—a wife, a child. They need your love and support, not your anger. If you can’t control yourself, there will be consequences.”
Ricardo opened his mouth to argue but found himself without words.
The weight of his father’s disappointment was heavier than anything he had anticipated. Back in the room, Nurse Sofía sat by Camila’s side, offering quiet companionship. “You’re not alone,” she said gently.
“There are people who care about you.”
Camila looked at the nurse, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and fear. “Thank you,” she managed, her voice stronger than before. As Miguel and Ricardo continued their conversation in the hallway, a new resolve began to grow within Camila.
She realized that she had a choice, a voice, and that, perhaps, this was the beginning of a different future—not just for her, but for her son as well.
