“You thought I might have chosen to become pregnant again?”
“I did.”
“Why?”
Elena glanced toward the mantel.
“Because you once told me motherhood felt like a room inside you that had always been waiting to open.”
Esperanza looked down.
The words felt familiar.
“I said that?”
“Yes.”
Elena smiled sadly.
“You loved children. You always had. I thought perhaps, after the first attempt, you realized you wanted a child of your own.”
“Inside a convent?”
“You told me the convent was your family. I thought perhaps they had found a way.”
Mother Caridad closed her eyes briefly.
So many people had built explanations rather than asking the woman at the center.
Elena continued.
“When Miguel was born, another invoice came. This time, I knew something was wrong. I contacted Doctor Serrano because his clinic’s name appeared on the paperwork.”
Serrano nodded.
“I reviewed the records.”
“And?” Mother Caridad asked.
