The first time I went to eat at my boss’s house, I almost fainted at the sight of his son. The child had exactly the same face as my own son.

“This… this can’t be…” I murmured.

Alejandro took a step toward me. He didn’t look surprised. Rather, he looked like someone who had been waiting for exactly that moment for years.

“Daniel,” he said in a calm voice. “Get up. We need to talk.”

But my legs still didn’t respond.

The images of Mateo, my son, began to blend with the face of the child in front of him. The same shape of the forehead. The same curve of the smile. Even the way he tilted his head when something caught his attention.

It was impossible.

Or… at least that’s what I thought.

Sofia, Alexander’s wife, gently took the boy by the hand.

“Emiliano, darling, go play inside for a while.

The boy obeyed without protest and disappeared into the house.

When the door closed, Alejandro sighed deeply. Then he took a chair and placed it in front of me.

“Sit down.”

I managed to get up with difficulty and sank into the chair.

I felt my heart pounding so hard that my chest ached.

Alejandro leaned against the wooden table, staring at the floor for a few seconds before looking up again.

“Do you remember what happened seven years ago?”

I frowned.

“Seven years?”

“Yes.

I tried to think.

Seven years ago it was a difficult time in my life. Mateo had just been born. I worked day and night to support my family.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” I replied.

Alejandro crossed his arms.

“There was an accident.

The word fell like a stone in my memory.

And suddenly… I remembered.

A rainy night.

A dark road near the outskirts of Guadalajara.

I was returning from a work trip. He was exhausted. He had barely slept in two days.

A truck suddenly appeared in front of me.

Then… darkness.

My breathing stopped.

“The hospital,” I whispered.

Alexander nodded slowly.

“Exactly.

I felt the ground move again under my feet.

“But—what does that have to do with—”