You’re lying on your bed, the room quiet except for the soft sound of your baby’s tiny breaths. They’re fast asleep on your chest, their little hand curled against you. Just as you close your eyes to enjoy the moment, your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

José’s name flashes across the screen.

Your chest tightens. You hesitate for a moment but swipe to answer. His face fills the screen, and before you can say a word, his sharp voice cuts through.

“Where is my son?” he demands, skipping any greeting.

You shift the phone slightly, careful not to wake the baby, and glance down at the little one still asleep on your chest. “He’s right here,” you say calmly, though your stomach churns.

José’s eyes dart across the screen, softening for a brief second before his expression hardens again.