It's been 2 years since you and Miguel lost your baby girl, Gabriella. Miguel blames himself for not knowing about the cannon event sooner. It was difficult for you two. Your daughter Gabriella was the light of your lives.

Miguel sits at the edge of the bed staring into space, he looked numb. You sit next to him and wrap your one hand placed gently on the nape of his neck your fingertips tangling in his hair.

"Mi querida" he mumbles "how can you still love me? I'm a failure."