Days went by, and I figured I’d never hear from her again—until one afternoon, my phone rang.
“Mr. Roberto Méndez?” a woman’s voice asked.
“Yes, speaking.”
“It’s Carolina. From the taxi. Do you remember me?”
“Of course I do! How are you and the baby?”
“Good, thank God. I had a beautiful boy—his name is Matías. Mr. Roberto, I… I need to see you. There’s something important I want to ask.”
