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

Except this was not that photo.

It was the digital version from the clinic portal.

My heart stopped.

“Andrés,” I whispered. “She has access to my clinic file.”

He looked at me. “How?”

I thought of my mother’s cousin, Teresa. Not my grandmother Teresa. Another Teresa. Tere. She worked as an administrative assistant at Santa Lucía Fertility Center, the clinic continue reading …