Jimena lay asleep in her room. Though it was midday, she hadn't yet risen. At night, she would wake up searching for Pablo, only to cry when she didn't find him by her side. She missed him so much!

And she wasn't the only one. Adrián would wake up early, crawl to their room, and call for him in his sweet voice:

"Da-da!"

The boy would point to Pablo's empty side of the bed, a gesture that would shake Jimena to her core, and she couldn't hold back the tears. She had never been so depressed. She felt like her world was ending, and all she could do was watch it crumble, in a lethargy that was slowly destroying her.

Pablo's lawyer had already spoken with hers, and the divorce was moving forward. The judge had given them a month to try to fix their relationship, but they hadn't even seen each other since he left. Nor had Pablo come to visit the boy, as he'd promised.

That day, someone knocked on the bedroom door.

"Who is it?" Jimena asked. Her voice was hoarse and weak.

"Can we come in?" sh