Baby of CEO

er until we can resolve this situation." I could see the light in Sofia's eyes slowly fading as she took in my instructions. "To a shelter?" "Yes, Sofia. To a temporary shelter until we can resolve

ll worried about what would happen next. As I headed to my desk, several people stopped me in my tracks, commenting on Lucio's nephew. Yes, gossip traveled quickly in that company. And Ligia wasn't the most discreet person in the world. The hallway was full of excited voices, and I felt a little overwhelmed by all the attention. A colleague approached, her eyes shining as she mentioned the baby. "Sofia, what a beautiful baby! He looks so much like Lucio, doesn't he?" I forced a smile, trying to hide my anxiety. "Yes, it's amazing how much they look alike." Another colleague joined the conversation, expressing surprise at finding out about Lucio's supposed nephew. - I had no idea Lucio had a nephew! He's never mentioned it before. A lump formed in my throat as I tried to find a convincing explanation. - Well, it's a recent situation. His sister is going through some personal problems, so he's temporarily taking care of the baby. As my colleagues continued to approach me with questions about the baby, an anxiety I hadn't experienced in over two years began to take hold of me. Each word seemed to weigh tons on my shoulders, and I could barely breathe under the weight of expectations and fear of the unknown. With a forced smile and evasive answers, I managed to free myself from the conversation and excuse myself to leave. I ran to the bathroom, afraid of having a meltdown in front of everyone. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my tumultuous thoughts. But as soon as I looked in the mirror, chaotic memories began to fill my mind, memories I wanted to forget. An abandoned baby. Social workers. Child Protection Services. Shelters. A wave of panic enveloped me, threatening to suffocate me with its overwhelming intensity. I tried to push away the memories I was struggling to suppress, but they clung to me like sharp claws, clawing at my mind and heart. With shaking hands, I turned on the sink faucet, letting the water run over my hands. The cool sensation was a welcome shock, a momentary distraction from the turmoil inside me. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of the water, trying to block out the memories that threatened to eng