my hair neatly.
I put on lipstick, even though my hand wouldn’t stop trembling.
Not for Diego.
For myself.
For the baby inside me, who was not to blame for any of this.
The clinic smelled faintly of antiseptic alcohol, baby powder, and the suppressed fear of young mothers.
Dr. Salinas greeted me with a gentle voice.
“Are you here alone?”
I nodded.
“My husband says this baby isn’t his.”
The doctor didn’t look surprised.
She didn’t judge me either.
She simply asked me to lie down.
The cold gel touched my belly, making me shiver slightly.
The screen lit up.
I held my breath.
At first, there was only a blurry shadow.
Then a tiny dot appeared.
Then that sound filled the room.
A heartbeat.
Strong.
Rapid.
Alive.
I covered my mouth with my hand, and tears immediately spilled down my face.
“Hello, my love,” I whispered.
Dr. Salinas
