Returning his attention to Sofía, Jonathan asked softly, “Would you like to come with me? There’s plenty of milk where I’m going, and doctors who can help your brothers.”

Sofía, hesitant yet hopeful, nodded slowly. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered, relief washing over her as she allowed herself to hope for a better future.

Jonathan gently picked up the twins, cradling them in his arms as Sofía clung to his side. He guided them to the warmth of his car, promising quietly, “You’re safe now. I’ll take care of everything.”