The room was silent when we returned. Giulia had already come back from the aspiration and was sleeping deeply, her little face serene and her breathing light. Miguel approached first, kissing her forehead tenderly. I sat in the armchair next to the bed and just stayed there, watching. She looked so small, so fragile… and at the same time, so full of light.
"She looks like a little angel sleeping," I murmured.
Miguel nodded, unable to smile. The tension was still alive in his shoulders.
"She is my angel," he replied softly.
Shortly after, a nurse knocked gently at the door.
"Mr. Benites? Mrs. Isabella? The doctor would like to see you in the family room. I can stay here with Giulia for a few minutes."
Miguel looked at me. There was fear in the depths of his eyes. I felt the same, but
