Slowly, Julián’s hand slipped back to his chest.
Camila opened her eyes.
She climbed out, walked to her mother, and hugged her with a strength that seemed impossible for such a small body.
“It’s okay, Mom,” she whispered. “Daddy just went to sleep. He told me he’ll always be with me.”
And then—finally—she cried.
Not softly.
Not briefly.
She cried for everything she had held inside.
And as her mother held her, the room felt lighter, as if something unseen had finally let go.
The goodbye was complete.
