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 scream, but it sounds like a weak croak.

María is moving frantically at a warming station in the corner, her back to me. Two pediatric nurses are huddled over a tiny, motionless form.

Nicolás is standing over my open body, his hands covered in my blood. He slowly turns his head to look at the warming table.

And that is when I see it. The horror.

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