“We have a candidate,” he said.

“Good compatibility.

Excellent clinical health.” Joaquín Fuentes stood up slowly from the bench where he had been waiting all morning.

“It’s me,” he said.

“Isn’t it.” The doctor nodded.

Aurelio turned to the deliveryman and looked at him as though he had been handed the whole world back after it had been taken away.

“Joaquín,” he said.

“I don’t know how to thank you.