Alejandro glanced at Isabela, now sleeping soundly in Camila’s arms, and felt a strange warmth in his chest. The little girl was oblivious to the complexities of adult life, to the struggles and injustices that her mother faced every day. He couldn’t change the world, but he could change this.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he said, his voice gaining strength as the plan formed in his mind. “First, I’m going to make sure you have a proper contract. Full benefits, maternity leave, health insurance—the works. You deserve nothing less.”

Camila’s eyes widened in disbelief, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came.