The doctor trying to save my life in the delivery room was my ex-husband—the same man who left me pregnant in the rain. What I told him made him stumble back.

“I don’t know.”

Rebeca laughed, too loudly.

“You see? She doesn’t know anything. She makes stories.”

Sofi whispered, “She was breathing on Monday.”

I felt every sound in the patio disappear.

Camila began to cry silently beside me.

“Where?” I asked. “Where was she breathing?”

Sofi’s lips trembled.

“In the service room. Rebeca put the dresser in front.”

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