Matthew followed Lucia to the little house without daring to touch any of the three children. He had arrived in San Miguel del Valle thinking about a plot and a contract that could turn his company into something even bigger, but now he had in front of him a question that no business could solve: what had happened during the two years in which he decided to disappear.
Lucia closed the door behind them and left the boy who had called him dad on a blanket. The little one settled without fear, as if that man he had just met was not a stranger, but someone who had been waiting for a long time.
Matthew remained by the entrance.
I didn’t know where to put my hands.
I didn’t know what to say.
And, above all, I didn’t know how to look at the three children without remembering that I had ignored every call of the woman who
