She did not call the number that morning, not because she forgot, but because the card seemed too clean, too expensive, too unreal for her small room.
It stayed beside the ultrasound all week, catching the weak sunlight, while Sofía talked about temporary alimony, overdue payments, and the kind of men who left quietly.
At night, when the buses sighed below her window, she kept seeing Fernando’s face, not handsome exactly, but calm in a way she no longer trusted.
Three days later, Sofía arrived with a legal folder and an expression that made Valeria straighten before a word was spoken.
