At 2:47 a.m., a little girl called crying: “It hurts… daddy’s baby wants to come out.”
—“Where is your mom? Where is your dad?”—“Mommy isn’t…” —she said, as if the word “died” were too big—. “Daddy isn’t here. Daddy said not to tell anyone. It’s our secret… but it hurts.”Tomás wanted to swallow his rage, but rage isn’t water; it doesn’t go down easy. He looked at her belly again and…