I remember looking up through the water, seeing blurred shapes hovering at the edge of the pool. There were raised voices, confusion, and people rushing toward me. What I didn’t see was Javier reaching out, not even a hand, not even a word. That silence cut deeper than anything else.
A wave of pressure spread across my abdomen as I tried to hold myself steady. For one terrifying moment, I wasn’t sure what was happening with the baby.
When I woke again, I was in a quiet hospital room, surrounded by soft beeping and the faint smell of disinfectant. A nurse sat beside me and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“You’re safe,” she said. “You had a fall, but your baby is doing well. She’s strong—just like her mother.”
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