The sound of the baby's cries echoed softly in the hospital room, mingling with Diana's labored breaths and the bustling whispers of the medical staff. Mrs. Castillo sat beside her daughter, holding her hand tightly, tears streaming down her face.
"She's beautiful," Mrs. Castillo whispered, gazing at the tiny bundle the nurse had just placed in Diana's arms.
Diana's exhaustion was evident, but her eyes sparkled with a rare warmth as she looked down at her daughter. The baby's little hands twitched, her eyes barely opening. Diana traced a gentle finger across the infant's delicate cheek, her lips quivering with emotion.
"What will you name her?" Mrs. Castillo asked, her voice trembling.
Diana paused, her thoughts racing. Memories of Alejandro flooded her mind.... the way he smiled, the way he called her name, and the love they shared that seemed invincible until Antonio's cruelty tore them apart.
