The cry of a newborn filled Room 212 of the General Hospital of Guadalajara. Camila Herrera, only 24 years old, held her baby in trembling arms. The exhaustion of a difficult fourteen-hour labor was etched on her pale face.
“He’s beautiful, my love,” she whispered, caressing the baby’s rosy cheek. “He looks so much like you, Ricardo.”
Ricardo Mendoza, burly and 32 years old, stood stiffly, a strange expression in his dark eyes. His calloused hands clenched into fists at his sides. Something was deeply disturbing him.
