I gave 100 euros to a young woman who was asking for milk for her baby; a month later I found out who she really was.

—Mrs. Marta Salcedo?

-Yeah.

—Your husband has suffered a medical emergency.

I felt my legs stop responding.

Alberto had collapsed during the meeting.

An ambulance took him to the hospital.

When I arrived he was conscious, but the doctors suspected a heart problem and were running tests.

I sat down outside the emergency room.

Two hours later, a doctor came out and explained that, fortunately, he did not appear to have suffered a serious heart attack. He had experienced an arrhythmia associated with other factors and would remain hospitalized for observation.

I breathed for the first time in hours.

 Then I heard a baby crying .

I didn’t pay attention to it.

Until someone said:

—Mrs. Marta.

I turned around.

It was her.

Lucia.

For a moment I didn’t recognize her.

He wasn’t wearing  sportswear .

She was wearing dark pants, a white blouse, and an ID card hanging around her neck.

Her baby was in the arms of an older woman.

Lucia smiled.

—I was looking for her.

I looked at his accreditation.

Under his name it said:

Lucía Ferrer — Health social worker.

I remained motionless.

—Do you work here?