Valeria quietly entered her room, the soft click of the door closing behind her echoing in the stillness of the night. The events of the evening weighed heavily on her mind, the weight of the world seeming to press down on her shoulders. But as she glanced towards the crib where her son, Lucas, slept soundly, a gentle smile tugged at the corners of her lips. 

There, by Lucas's side, Martha, the elderly nanny, lay fast asleep in a nearby armchair. The flickering light of a small bedside lamp ...