The doctor inhaled slowly.
“I’m sorry… she didn’t make it.”
The car screeched to a halt in the middle of the street.
For a moment, Ricardo couldn’t breathe.
The world outside the window kept moving — people crossing the street, traffic lights changing, a woman walking a dog — but inside the car, time had frozen.
“What about the babies?” he whispered.
The twins had been born only three weeks earlier.
Two tiny girls.
Valeria and Sofía.
“They’re alive,” the doctor said quickly. “But… there’s something unusual.”
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