We agreed to meet at the park near the hospital.
As I arrived, I saw her sitting on a bench with a stroller next to her. She looked different, calmer, with a smile lighting up her face.
“Mr. Roberto,” she said, standing up. “Look, this is Matías.”
A tiny baby, asleep, with his fists closed next to his face.
“He’s beautiful, Carolina. Congratulations.”
“You saved me that night,” she said, her eyes shining. “Not only did you take me to the hospital, but you made me feel like I wasn’t alone. That meant the world to me.”
“I just did what anyone would have done,” I replied uncomfortably.
“No, that’s not true. Five taxis drove by before you, and none of them stopped when they saw I was pregnant and soaked.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Mr. Roberto, I don’t have any family here. My parents are in another state and have barely spoken to me since I got pregnant. Matías’s father disappeared. But I want my son to grow up knowing there are good people in the world, people like you.”
He bent down, carefully picked up the baby, and handed him to me.
“Would you like to be Matías’s godfather?”
