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.

—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?

—Yes. I returned this week after my leave.

I didn’t understand anything.

—But that day…

His expression changed.

—It was the worst day of my life.

We sat down.

The older woman took the baby a few meters away to allow us to talk.

Lucia started from the beginning.

He was twenty-seven years old.

She was a social worker.

She was married.

His son Mateo had been born just twelve days before our meeting.