My life lately had been reduced to a white room, beeping machines, and the constant fear of losing my son.

It was possible my brain wasn’t functioning properly after all the psychological and physical tension I’d been through.

I took a deep breath and told myself silently: “You’re going crazy, Manuela.”

The truth was simple: I could only trust Fred after he proved he wasn’t who I thought he was. Yes, I had judged him. And there was no way not to—because every time I’d seen him ...