I held my red, fragile baby close to my chest, watching her tiny face as she slept peacefully. My eyes filled with tears. She was mine. My flesh and blood. The very essence of a love I once believed unbreakable.
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Javier—my husband—stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed, his eyes wide with suspicion.
He didn’t touch the baby. He didn’t ask how I was doing after the painful birth.
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