A call from Brazil

A month had passed, and Natalia had settled into the rhythm of her life with Allesandro, Ambrose and the growing baby.

It was a quiet afternoon when the call came.

Her phone rang, its unfamiliar ringtone cutting through the calm of the house. When she answered, the voice on the other end made her freeze.

"Natalia?" the voice said, deep and familiar, though she hadn't heard it in years. "It's me. I got the visa... and I'm coming to get you. I'm coming to get my child."

The words hit her like a punch in the stomach, her grip on the phone tightening as her heart began to race. She wasn't sure how to react.

She knew that voice. It was him—the man from her past, the one she had left behind. The father of the child she was carrying. The man who had disappeared for so long, only to now reappear when it was most complicated.

"Vincent …" she whispered, as if saying his name would make it all feel real.