28 août 2026

The Night I Learned My Mother Hated My Wife

Like she had heard stories like this before.

She took Santiago gently from my arms. “We’ll take care of him.”

Then I was alone.

The waiting room smelled like antiseptic and burnt coffee. Morning sunlight crept slowly through the windows while my mind replayed every moment from the last four days.

Valeria’s tired face during video calls.

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