I Was a Broke Single Mom Who Agreed to Care for a Millionaire With Only 5 Days to Live. That Night, I Placed My Baby on His Chest—Then His Fingers Suddenly Moved. “Don’t Tell Anyone I’m Awake,” He Whispered. I Quietly Closed the Door and Stayed Silent… Until I Discovered Why His Own Family Was So Eager to Bury Him.

I was standing in the kitchen, preparing Leo’s lunch, when Grant walked in carrying a thick manila folder.

“He’s in Seattle,” Grant said softly.

I turned around, my heart skipping a beat. “Rodrigo?”

Grant nodded, setting the folder on the counter. “He’s working as an industrial mechanic for a shipping yard up there. Living alone. No criminal record. Just… moving from job to job.”

I looked down at the floor. I remembered the night Rodrigo had packed his duffel bag and walked out on me and Leo. He hadn’t screamed or made a scene. He had just looked at me with hollow eyes and said, “I don’t know how to be a son. I don’t know how to be a dad.”

“Are you going to contact him?” I asked quietly.

“I already booked a flight,” Grant said. “I’m going to see him tomorrow.”