Strong.

Fast.

Alive.

I covered my mouth and cried.

“Hello, my love,” I whispered.

Dr. Salinas smiled softly.

Then she moved the transducer again.

Her smile faded.

She frowned.

She zoomed in.

She checked the date of my last period.

Then she looked at my chart.

“Mrs. Laura… when did you say your husband had the vasectomy?”

I went cold.

“Two months ago.”

She did not answer right away.

She zoomed in again.

The heartbeat was still there.

But there was something else too.

Something that made the doctor stop and turn serious.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, trying to sit up. “Is my baby okay?”

The doctor lowered her voice.

“Your baby is fine. But I need you to listen calmly.”

At that moment, the door opened without permission.

Diego walked in, with Paola right behind him.

“Perfect,” he said. “Now the doctor can finally tell me how far along this other man’s baby is.”

Dr. Salinas turned slowly toward him.

She looked at Paola.

Then she looked back at the screen.