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The infant carried the same dark, deep eyes and identical dimples Alejandro himself had as a boy.
His pulse hammered; the room’s sounds blurred. A tiny teardrop-shaped birthmark on the baby’s shoulder struck him—it was the rare family mark, passed from his grandfather to his father, and to him.
The nurse stretched her arms to take the newborn, but Alejandro hesitated before finally handing him over. She caressed the boy’s cheek gently, then carried him off to be cleaned and wrapped.
Valeria, lying exhausted on the bed, avoided his gaze when he approached.
“Why… why didn’t you ever tell me?” Alejandro muttered hoarsely.
Her lips trembled as tears spilled down:
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