When Rodrigo finally woke up and discovered the empty bed and the unlocked padlock, his phone wouldn’t stop ringing. His relatives were calling to reprimand him, while my uncle was preparing immediate legal proceedings against him and his mother for kidnapping and domestic violence.📞
When I finally arrived at the hospital in León, the sterile smell of the corridor was unbearable, but my heart was pounding, torn between fear and determination. I rushed down the long corridor leading to intensive care, praying it wasn’t too late to see the man who had always protected me again.🏥
My mother was sitting in front of the glass doors, her eyes red and swollen from crying all night. When she looked up and saw me approaching, she gasped in surprise and hugged me tightly, as if she couldn’t believe I was really there.👵
“You did it, my darling,” she murmured, crying softly on my shoulder, while stroking my hair. “He kept calling you all morning, asking if you were safe.”🥺
I entered the silent room where my father lay, connected to monitoring screens and IV drips. His face was pale and emaciated, but as soon as he opened his eyes and saw me at his bedside, a faint smile touched his lips.🩺
“I knew you would come, Mariana,” he murmured in a weak but incredibly warm voice. “I knew my brave daughter would find her way back. 💖“
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