The coffin lid felt colder than the morning stone under my knees.Elder transportation services
Doctor Paloma stood three steps behind me, her gray medical gloves clean, her leather bag hanging from one stiff hand. She had always looked composed inside our convent. Too composed. Even during Esperanza’s first labor, when the girl screamed into a folded towel and begged me to pray louder, Doctor Paloma had moved like a woman counting inventory.
Now she did not blink.
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