the divorce papers I had left on our desk.
When I arrived at Hospital Ángeles del Pedregal, the maternity hallway was lit with a harsh white light that hurt my eyes. My mother, several members of the Mendoza family, and my personal assistant were all there, every face tense.
I didn’t look at any of them.
I only asked:
“Where is Valeria?”
A doctor in a white continue reading …