Dad, I’m starting now,” I whispered as I began bathing my paralyzed father-in-law,…

—I was terrified… of losing your mother, of Ángel resenting me… but I never regretted saving her.

That night, I stayed in my room in silence. When Ángel returned around ten, he saw me pale and asked:

—What happened?

I took a deep breath and said:

—Your father’s scar… it’s because he saved someone…