The morning was bright, and the hospital seemed lighter that day. Elisa walked slowly down the corridor, supported by Eduardo's steady arm. She wore a simple dress, hastily chosen by Cecília, but her beauty overflowed in every gesture. In her arms, she carried the baby boy, while Eduardo pushed the special stroller where the little girl rested peacefully.
Elisa's heart was racing. With each step, she felt the weight of responsibility, but also the immensity of happiness. The twins breathed softly, innocent, oblivious to the shadows that lurked around the family's fate.
Are you ready? ... Eduardo asked, smiling, but with visible exhaustion in his eyes.
More than ever ... she replied, pressing the baby against her chest.
Outside the hospital, a discreet van from the family's driver was waiting for them. Eduardo helped Elisa get comfortable, carefully arranged the babies, and only then did he take a deep breath. They were going home.
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