“I think—” They should talk in private.
The door closed.
There were only three of us left.
I looked directly at my mother-in-law:
“Whose baby is this?”
A question that even I didn’t want to hear.
She was trembling.
“I… I didn’t want this to happen…”
“But it happened.”
I watched Alejandro:
“You know, don’t you?”
He closed his eyes.
And he said a sentence…
It destroyed my world.
“The baby… It belongs to my father.”
I was out of breath.
“What?” But he died two years ago!
“Yes,” he said in a hoarse voice, “but before he died—” He did something that no one knew about…
My mother-in-law burst into tears.
“Your stepfather… before he died… he saved his sperm… I wanted to have another child… but I didn’t accept it at that time…”
I moved away.
“You mean… Artificial insemination?”
She nodded her head, crying:
“After his death—” I couldn’t bear the loneliness… and I did it… without telling anyone…
I had the impression that everything was spinning.
“You’re pregnant… by your husband… after his death?”
“I know it’s wrong… but I…”
“Not only is it wrong,” I interrupted her, “it’s crazy.
I watched Alejandro:
