21
Golfito, 2003.
The sun was shimmering in a deep orange coloration over the waves of Golfo de Golfito. They were standing close to each other; like lovers do.
“It’s alright,” said Rudd Baldwin, holding Alejandra in his arms. “It’s alright if you’ve met someone else. I understand.”
“No,” she cried. “I did not mean there is another man. I told you, there’s someone else. A girl. My baby girl.”
Rudd took her face in his hands. “You’ve got a child? So that’s the reason you stayed here. Can’t you take her with you, back to your family?”
“She’s… she is not with me.”
“Then where is she? Is she staying with her father?”
Her eyes were filled with tears. “I don’t know who her father is.”
Rudd held her even closer. “How can you not know…? Wait a minute.” He realized her confession earlier t
