For a few seconds after my mother said she could not congratulate me for “defying God’s will,” no one moved.

your heart with pride.”

“No. I am angry because you shared my private medical information.”

“I asked people to pray.”

“You violated me.”

“I am trying to save you.”

“From my baby?”

“From what you have allowed into your womb through rebellion.”

I closed my eyes. Andrés gripped my hand.

“You used fertility treatment to have me,” I said.

Silence.

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