JOSHUA
My son.
He was my and Estefanía’s baby.
I had felt such profound relief that I wouldn’t have to fight for my baby. He or she, I didn’t know what it was, was not to blame for our problems, and I was experiencing the taste of a miracle by seeing that Estefanía had come to me on her own to say that it’s mine. I wanted to be a present father for him.
God, I was left breathless as soon as I heard the news. I closed my eyes as tears started burning behind my eyes. She hadn’t denied it after all. Although thinking about those four empty years made me feel like I had missed out on his stages.
I had wanted a baby with Fanny. I had married her because I only saw myself in a future with her and a family.
I exhaled, trying to shake off the shock, and gathered the courage to open my eyes a
