At 2:47 a.m., a little girl called crying: “It hurts… daddy’s baby wants to come out.”

“But she believed she was. Someone told her there was a baby inside her.”

Esteban covered his face.

“I did.”

Dr. Velázquez looked at him with a mixture of anger and pity.

“Then after she survives this, you’ll spend the rest of your life helping her understand that none of this was her fault.”