I rushed Mariana to the nearest hospital while Mateo cried nonstop in the back seat.
The doctor didn’t take long to confirm my worst fear.
“Your wife is severely exhausted. Dehydrated. Sleep deprived. Under extreme emotional stress. Who’s been taking care of her?”
I couldn’t answer.
Because the truth disgusted me.
My mother.
Hours later, Mariana finally opened her eyes.
The first thing she asked was:
“Where’s Mateo?”
“He’s safe, love. We’re safe.”
