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

her that your baby must be ‘protected’ from you.”

The words did not make sense at first. Protected from me? My baby? The child I had fought seven years to keep? Then I remembered the messages: “God’s will be done.” “Correct what science forced.” “Spiritual consequences.” A cold wave moved through me.

“What does protected mean?” Andrés asked.

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