Blood Doesn’t Lie
At the hospital, doctors confirmed severe pneumonia and anemia. Elena had been fighting alone for far too long.
The following morning, a DNA test confirmed what my heart had already told me: 99.9999% probability.
Camila was my daughter.
When I told her, she smiled softly and whispered, “I love you, Dad.”
That single word rebuilt something inside me that money never could have touched.
