The Caracas humidity wraps around Ana like an old friend's embrace.

Hope squirms in her arms, babbling excitedly at the colorful chaos of the airport. At eight months old, she's fascinated by everything but can't quite form words yet.

"I know, baby, lots to see." Ana shifts the diaper bag while Diego handles their luggage. few months in Portugal feels like a lifetime ago.

Dr. Carmen Vega waves from customs. She looks tired but her smile is real.

"Welcome back," Carmen says, hugging Ana ...