I began crying.
But these tears were different from the ones I had shed alone in the bathroom.
They carried pain, certainly.
Yet beneath that pain was a strength I had not known existed.
I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand.
“Doctor, are my babies okay?”
My babies.
Those two words nearly broke me.
And somehow, they also held me together.
“For now, yes,” she said. “There is cardiac activity in both of them. We will need frequent checkups, relative rest, tests, and a great deal of peace and quiet.”
Diego gave a hollow laugh.
“Peace. Of course.”
Dr. Salinas turned toward him.
“Sir, with all due respect, if you came here to further upset my patient, I am going to ask you to leave.”
My patient.
Not Diego’s wife.
Not the woman accused of infidelity.
Not the person whose reputation had been destroyed.
Just me.
