She walked into the hospital with no one beside her.
No husband.
No family.
No one to hold her hand while the contractions came harder and faster.
Just a small suitcase, a worn-out sweater, and a heart that had already been broken long before the pain began.
Her name was Lucía Herrera, twenty-six years old—and she had already learned the …
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