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Meanwhile, Cesar rushed Abigail to the hospital. Upon arrival, the doctor immediately administered anti–allergic medication and ran a series of tests.}
He worked late into the night, and gradually, the rash on Abigail’s body began to fade.
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Cesar sat by her side, watching her sweet little face as the events of the day played back in his mind. In his memory, Naya had. always been hands–on with Abigail, meticulous, attentive.E
She’d taken on the role of mother without hesitation, never questioning it, never asking for anything in return.
But Zora was also Abigail’s biological mother. So he wondered how Abigail had ended up eating peanuts.
Cesar rubbed his brow, deep in thought. Just then, Zora walked in.
“Cesar, Naya is so cruel. She must have known Abigail isn’t her real daughter, that’s why she made her eat peanuts on purpose,” Zora spat, her eyes full of hatred.}
Cesar frowned, feeling a surge of irritation. The Zora standing in front of him felt like a stranger [
He loosened the tie around his neck, but Zora kept going, her voice rising louder and louder, almost waking Abigail.!!
Cesar shot her a warning glance.
Looking at Abigail as she tossed slightly in her sleep, he couldn’t help but remember the night Naya had stayed up caring for Her.
He had just returned from abroad that day.
Spending the night with Zora had left him exhausted, so he’d come straight home and headed for the bedroom to get some
rest.
But when he opened the door, he found Naya inside, gently wiping Abigail’s body with a warm towel. Her face was drawn, dark circles heavy under her eyes, but her gaze was radiant, almost sparkling. When she saw Cesar return, Naya met his eyes and gave him a small shushing gesture.
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In that quiet moment, seeing the earnestness in her expression, Cesar couldn’t deny he was genuinely moved.
It was also why he had always insisted to Abigail that Naya was her mother. And now, every time he looked at Zora, he couldn’t help but compare her to Naya.8
If it were Naya here, she wouldn’t be clueless about something as basic as anti–allergy care.
She wouldn’t be talking loudly while her child slept beside her. She would’ve found the softest pajamas for Abigail, wiped her down gently, and changed her into clean clothes.K
She’d hold her close and blow softly on the itchy spots without complaint, or tell her fairy tales until she drifted off to sleep.
