Todos los capítulos de He Came Back Running : Capítulo 341 - Capítulo 350

ALEX POV My father turned at the sound of the door. He saw what I carried, and his whole face changed. He looked at her for a long time. His eyes went to the cap, to the small fist curled against her cheek, to the fine dark hair that had dried into a soft ridge at the crown... "May I," he said. He stopped. He cleared his throat. "May I hold her?" I had not known that asking would cost him so much. He asked like a man who did not believe he was allowed. I crossed the room and put her in his arms. He took her the way Selina had taken my son, one hand under the head, one under the body. But there was nothing practiced in it. His arms shook. The whole frame of him went still, as if he had picked up something that might spill. She sighed in her sleep. Her mouth worked at nothing. Then the tears came... They came without any sound at all. They ran straight down his face and into the collar of his coat, and he made no move to wipe them away. He stood in a dim room full of mac

SELINA 'S POV "Coma. Perfect.""She doesn't even get to feel the loss properly.""She just sleeps through the part where I take everything."I turned back to the table....The doctor had him propped slightly, checking his color under the lamp, and for the first time I let myself truly look. Not at the tube, not at the monitor numbers scrolling across the little screen.At his face...The shape of his mouth. The particular set beneath his closed eyes, a shade too serious for something so new."Her" mouth. "Her" eyes.Maya's features, stamped onto a face four hours old, and the recognition landed like something cold and precise sliding between my ribs."He looks like her.""Of course he does.""That's why he'll never see her again. I'll erase every trace until even his blood forgets her name."I leaned over the table once the doctor stepped back to prepare the formula mixture he'd brought.I touched one finger to the back of his hand, small enough to close entirely

Alex's POV Three days. I had stopped trusting the word "soon" somewhere around the second one, when the hospital's definition of soon had already stretched past what any reasonable person would call soon. The ventilator kept its rhythm beside me, patient and mechanical, counting out a time that had no relationship to the clocks in the rest of the building. I sat in the chair that had become mine. Someone had brought a cushion for it on the first night, and I had never thanked them, and I still didn't know who it was. Across the room, my mother rocked my daughter in the low chair by the window, humming something I half recognized from childhood. Jane stood at the small counter, warming a bottle, her movements quiet and practiced in a way that made me wonder how many nights, decades ago, she had done exactly this for someone else and then left anyway. The two of them had worked out a rotation without ever discussing it aloud. Feeding. Changing. The soft rocking in the corner

Alex's POV.Reeves came in without preamble. That told me something before he said a word."We've hit a wall," he said. "Selina's gone cold. No trail. No pattern we can follow."I turned from the window..."Gone cold," I said."Vanished," he said. "Clean."I kept my voice low and hard, because the alternative was letting it climb into something I'd already promised myself I wouldn't do in front of him."You're telling me," I said, "that every CCTV camera, every traffic feed, every surveillance point in this city captured nothing. No route. No vehicle. No face"Reeves shifted his weight. I had worked with this man long enough to know the shift meant he was choosing his words with more care than he wanted to."What's happening is strange even to me," he said. "The police side feels controlled. Cameras that should have caught the critical moments... her leaving the hospital, the handoff between vehicles, the route out of the district, simply stopped working. Not blu

SELINA'S POV His mouth is still on mine when his hands move. They slide up my sides, claim the weight of my breasts through the thin fabric of my top, squeeze with the same greedy certainty he used years ago. I let him. I do not pull away. I do not stop the soft sound that leaves my throat when his thumbs drag across my nipples. The kiss deepens. His urgency rises like heat under skin. He tugs the top upward; I lift my arms just enough to help. The fabric leaves my body and the cooler air of the room kisses my bare skin. He looks at me the way a starving man looks at a meal he still thinks belongs to him. His mouth finds my breast. Tongue circles....Draws a slow, deliberate path around the tightened peak before he sucks. A soft moan slips out of me before I can catch it. My fingers thread into his damp hair. He still knows exactly how to touch me. That hasn’t changed. Everything else has. I tip my head back against the wall he has already backed me int