A SECRET JOURNEY NO ONE COULD KNOW ABOUT
Claudia arranged everything quietly.
At four in the morning, she wrapped Camila gently and slipped out through the service entrance.
Rodrigo followed in disguise — hood pulled low, glasses, an unmarked car.
They drove six hours into the mountains, where the GPS lost signal and the air smelled of pine and rain.
Finally, they reached a small wooden cabin.
An elderly man stepped outside.
He looked Rodrigo up and down with open contempt.
“You came here expecting a miracle,” he said coldly. “You won’t find one.”
Claudia bowed her head.
“We’re not asking for miracles. Just… hope.”
The doctor examined Camila — trembling, weak, close to fading.
He sighed.
“What she has is severe. Very severe. But not impossible.”
Rodrigo nearly fell to his knees.
“How much do you want? I’ll pay anything!”
The doctor struck the ground with his cane.
“Here, money means NOTHING. I want obedience. Silence. And honesty.”
Rodrigo stiffened. “Honesty?”
The doctor narrowed his gaze.
“Your daughter needs more than medicine. She needs what you’ve never given her: unconditional love.”
Claudia looked away. She knew it was true.
