“Your wife died during childbirth… and the baby didn’t survive either.”
Those were the first words my mother said when I stepped into my home, holding a bouquet of white lilies for my wife. Marriage
For three weeks, I had been in Monterrey closing a deal to save our family vineyards. Every night, I imagined coming home to Camila. I imagined her smile, her hands resting on her round belly, her laughing as she told me our son had kicked again.
