Headlights from a truck suddenly appearing.
Then darkness.
“The accident,” I whispered.
Ricardo nodded slowly.
“That night you weren’t the only one taken to the hospital.”
He paused.
“Isabel was there too.”
I looked up in confusion.
“She was eight months pregnant.”
My chest tightened.
“There was chaos at the hospital,” Ricardo continued. “Multiple emergencies. Too many patients arriving at the same time.”
Then he said something that made the puzzle pieces start moving in my head.
“Our sons were born that same night.”
My eyes widened.
“Lucas… and Diego?”
Ricardo nodded.
“They were born minutes apart.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“But… that doesn’t explain…”
Ricardo took a deep breath.
“For several hours, there was confusion in the neonatal ward.”
I felt dizzy.
“For nearly an entire day,” he said quietly, “the babies were placed in the wrong cribs.”
My heart nearly stopped.
“When the hospital realized the mistake, they corrected it immediately.”
I struggled to breathe.
“So why didn’t anyone ever say anything?”
Ricardo looked directly into my eyes.
“Because during those first hours… our children shared more than a room.”
I didn’t understand.
Then Isabel spoke softly.
“They shared blood.”
My mind went blank.