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Chapter 1: The Funeral That Turned Against Me
The church of San Agustín in Polanco fell silent the moment Doña Teresa’s voice sliced through the funeral prayers.
“Pack your things, incubator… this house was never yours.”
I stood beside my husband Julián’s coffin, one hand pressed to my eight-month pregnant belly, the other clutching the rosary he had continue reading …
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