“And about Isabela,” Alejandro continued, “I have an extra room here. Why don’t we set it up as a nursery? You can bring her with you to work. That way, you don’t have to worry about finding someone to care for her. She can be with you.”

Tears glistened in Camila’s eyes, a mix of relief and gratitude. Alejandro had never seen her cry before, and it struck him how much she must have held back over the years, always presenting a strong front.

“Mr. Mendoza, I—” she began, but Alejandro held up a hand, stopping her.