I put on lipstick, even though my mouth was trembling.

Not for Diego.

For me.

For the baby who had done nothing wrong.

The clinic smelled of alcohol, baby powder, and fear.

Dr. Salinas greeted me gently.

“Did someone come with you?”

I shook my head.

“My husband says this baby isn’t his.”

The doctor did not judge me.

She did not make a face.

She simply asked me to lie down.

The gel was cold.

The screen lit up.

I held my breath.