Something cold moved through the room.
Mark had not learned everything from Elise.
Which meant there was another leak.
Or another secret.
The next two days passed in fragments. Doctors checked my recovery. Nurses helped me learn how to feed Grace. Mrs. Rivera arrived with clean clothes, soup, and tears she tried to hide.
When she saw Grace, her face softened.
“Oh, mi niña,” she whispered. “She is perfect.”
I tried to smile. “She has good timing. Arrived just in time for the worst family meeting imaginable.”
Mrs. Rivera gave me a look.
“Your daughter arrived when you needed courage.”
That stayed with me.
Courage did not always feel brave. Sometimes it felt like signing hospital paperwork with shaking hands. Sometimes it felt like refusing to answer Mark’s calls while he left messages swinging between apology and accusation.
Anna, please call me.
Anna, I didn’t know what I was doing.