The plane had just landed on French soil when I felt Miguel intertwine his fingers with mine. I looked at him with a discreet smile, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest that had been with me since we left Seville. We were there for Giulia's grandmother's birthday, and although it was a family celebration, the atmosphere was different. Just remembering Helena's mother's phone call was enough to make my anxiety pulse stronger.
Giulia was between us, sleepy, her head resting on her father's shoulder. The plane taxied down the runway, and I forced myself to focus on what was essential: protecting that little girl. No matter what came, I loved her. And now, I also loved the man who held my hand so firmly.
We got off the private plane and soon saw the family car already waiting for us o
