“Please, Camila, call me Alejandro. And there’s one more thing.” He hesitated, thinking of his own family’s struggles back in Chiapas, the hard lives they had led. “I’d like to help your family in Oaxaca. If there are any medical bills or other expenses, let me take care of them. Consider it a thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Camila’s composure finally broke, a sob escaping as she clutched Isabela tighter. “Thank you, Alejandro. I don’t know how to repay you.”