"I'm here, Anna. Your child will not lack a father. I will be here for both of you," Gabriel said gently. His voice was the kind that always brought peace, offering a sense of security in a world that felt so empty.
Anna looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "Thank you, Gabriel," she said softly, a faint smile on her lips, though her heart still ached.
"Well then, let’s go home. There are many people waiting for your return," Gabriel said, offering his hand.
Anna nodded, her body still weak. With Gabriel's help, she rose from the bed and walked out of the room, leaving the space filled with painful memories behind.
Her emotions were mixed as they walked down the hospital corridor. At the far end, in the quiet hallway, they unexpectedly crossed paths with Pedro. Richa sat in a wheelchair beside him, glaring at Anna with a look full of pretense.
Anna felt a sudden weight press into her chest, but she kept walking, determined not to pay them any more attention. Her heart had become hard, unwilling to get caught in the same game that had once hurt her.