gMateo told his side first, sitting across from Luc…

hands curled into fists.

“What happened to the baby?” he asked, though part of him already feared the answer.

Lucía looked at him then.

And in her eyes, Mateo saw the thing that had aged her more than poverty, more than sickness, more than work.

Loss.

“I lost her.”

Her.

Mateo stopped breathing.

Lucía placed one hand over her stomach, not because there was continue reading …