After losing his wife & daughter, Miguel did all he could to ensure he’d never become emotionally attached — but clearly, to no avail.

He sat in the living room, a little girl— his little girl —in his big arms, his rough hands delicately moving through her soft and newly grown hair as he looked down at her with his unreadable and usually cold expression.

He didn’t want another kid, nor did he want another wife. Yet, here he was, with a two year old girl in his arms and his wife at his side.