- I’ve just talked to Chris. He’s on his way here. Now, when you’re sick, we need to tell him the truth.
- Yes, you’re right – we need to tell him everything. But, Joe, there’s something else you need to know...
- What’s that? Joe asked worryingly.
- I’m pregnant. And... this child is yours! she cried out loud.
Joe was shocked. But so was Paloma when she saw Chris standing in the door. He’d heard everything. He was fuming and jumped straight on Joe punching him violently. He would have beaten him to death if it hadn’t been for Paloma’s scream. There was water all over her bed. She went into labour.
Joe got up from the floor and run in search for the doctor: “She’s in labour!!!”
- Chris, I’m sorry. I love you so much, but the night when you had to stay at work longer, I got too drunk, and Joe was there with me. I knew it was a mistake. I never felt anything for him. As a result, I was so down that I decided to kill myself. I took some drugs, but it wasn’t enough to kill me – it just destroyed my immune system. That’s why I’m dying now...
- And what about the child? asked Chris.
- She’s just fine. Don’t worry about her.
When she said that, Joe arrived with the doctor and nurses. It didn’t take long for Paloma to have the child – a beautiful baby girl. But she died immediately afterwards from exhaustion.
Joe and Chris were extremely saddened, confused, but also happy to see the healthy child. They hugged each other tightly and without saying a word knew that they had to bring the child up together in the loving memory of Paloma.
