Chapter 8

When I opened my eyes again, Reynaldo was holding a soft, fair-skinned baby, tears streaming down his face. "Maggie, look at our child... He’s so small..." he stammered. I couldn’t help but laugh at the first-time father. In the next room, Angela’s piercing screams echoed. "Get out! All of you, get out!" "Angela, calm down! The baby’s almost here!" Her cries grew more desperate, laced with something fearful. "Why does it sound like she’s scared?" I asked Reynaldo. He looked...