Nicole
The air in that waiting room seemed too heavy to breathe. Every second that passed without news of Sophia was like another nail driven into my chest. I was sitting, clinging to Urso, my arms around his body as if my touch could contain all that pain, all that storm brewing inside him. And maybe it couldn't, but at least I wanted him to know he wasn't alone. I was there. For him. For her. For us.
Jonathan and Luana kept messaging me, anxious, trying to understand what was happening, but I didn't even have the strength to respond properly. I created a group with the two of them and my mother, asked them to unite in prayer for our little one, to form a chain, to put Sophia's name in all the churches, all the centers, all possible faith networks. It was the only thing I could truly
