Ivonne’s POV

“Mother,” I started in a calm voice. “This is Tobias.”

“Tobias, my mother who’m you’ve met already,” I introduced in a small smile as I recalled all he had done for me, for her.

“We’ve met?” Mother inquired, pointing her index finger on her chest.

“Yes we have,” Tobias affirmed. “You were too sick to notice me.”

“Okay,” Mother nodded, curiosity written all over her face. “A pleasure to meet you Tobias.”

“It's nice to see you happy and ...