Eight months after our divorce, my ex-husband invited me to his wedding and mocked me for “not giving him a family”—while I lay in a hospital bed beside the baby he never knew existed.

“Santiago went to see him,” Renata continued. “I was outside, in the car. He told me he was just going to ‘convince’ him. It took forty minutes. When he came out, he was pale.”

“You’re lying,” said Santiago.

Renata smiled.

“Then explain the audio.”

She touched the screen.

Santiago’s voice came through the loudspeaker, low and agitated.

“He just fell. I didn’t continue reading …