Paola stared at him.
“You charged her expenses?”
Diego shut his eyes.
“It was a legal strategy.”
I nearly laughed.
“What a lovely name cowards give to cruelty.”
I picked up my handbag.
Dr. Salinas handed me the printed ultrasound photographs.
I pressed them against my chest as though they were protecting me.
“I will continue my prenatal care with you, doctor,” I said. “But do not give him any information if I am not present.”
Diego raised his head.
“I am the father.”
Suddenly, he wanted that title.
Only an hour earlier, he had entered the room expecting confirmation that the child belonged to another man.
“An hour ago you came to hear how many weeks pregnant someone else’s child was. Fatherhood does not happen only when the outcome suits you.”
I walked out without waiting for his answer.
My legs shook as I crossed the hallway.
Still, I kept my back straight.
