Her small hands rested over her swollen stomach, not protectively, but desperately, as if she wanted to hide from her own body.
The classroom at Benito Juárez Elementary still smelled of chalk, glue, crayons, and orange peels from the children’s morning snack.
Outside, boys were kicking a soccer ball against the courtyard wall, shouting with the careless happiness that childhood should always have.
Inside, Miguel could hear only Sofía’s breathing.
For weeks, he had watched the brightest child in his class slowly disappear.
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