When she opened the door, the smell hit her immediately.
Don Rafael was dirty, uncomfortable, and clearly distressed.
His eyes looked at her desperately, begging for help.
— My God… Lucía whispered through tears. I can’t leave him like this…
She knew Daniel would be angry, but she chose to act from her heart.
She prepared warm water.
Clean towels.
Fresh clothes.
She approached him gently.
— Don’t worry, sir… I’m here. No one should have to go through this alone.
With trembling hands, she began to help him.
She cleaned him carefully, with respect, with tenderness.
But when she needed to remove his shirt to clean his back…
Lucía froze completely.
The world fell silent.
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