Erick’s POV
I am on the balcony of my room, observing the city. The cold night hits my body with its burning wind, punishing me for everything I have done. The anguish in my heart does not calm down with anything; strange dreams disturb me while sleeping. I see her and those little ones; I cannot understand it. My heart races just from remembering the little one holding my finger. It makes me think and imagine what it would have felt like with my baby.
Happiness has been stolen from me. The hope of becoming a father, the only thing that kept me going, believing that I could find happiness with my child, forget the past, and prove to everyone that I could move forward. Now I feel trapped in a dead end, with no answer, not even a clue as to where it could be, if it is a girl or a boy. Desp
