Late at night, Don Pedro receives an unexpected visitor who arrives with an urgent message. As the door closes behind them, the somber expression on the visitor’s face sets the tone. “Don Pedro, I had to call you at this hour because… it’s about Mateo. Something terrible has happened.”
The visitor hesitates before continuing, their voice trembling. “He went down to Toledo with Claudia to make some deliveries. On their way back, there was an accident.” Don Pedro, panic rising in his voice, asks urgently, “And where are they? Where is my son?”
The reply comes cautiously. “Claudia is in the hospital.” Pedro’s breathing quickens. “And Mateo? My son?” His voice cracks as he clings to the hope that his boy is alive. The visitor, unable to meet his gaze, finally says the words Pedro never wanted to hear: “Don Pedro, I’m so sorry… Mateo didn’t make it.”
Pedro is frozen in place, the weight of the revelation crushing him. Tears fill his eyes as the words echo in his mind. His grief begins to spill out in quiet sobs, his world shattered by the loss of his son. The visitor, overwhelmed with sorrow, attempts to offer comfort, but there are no words to ease the pain of a father who has just lost his child.
The scene closes in silence, leaving Don Pedro enveloped in anguish, a man grappling with the harshest reality imaginable.
