Kamila

Felipe drove with one hand resting on the leather steering wheel, while the other remained, large and firm, upon my thigh. His touch conveyed a calm that his eyes, bright with anxiety, stubbornly belied. I was already in my third month of pregnancy, and a soft, delicate curve was finally beginning to outline our baby’s presence beneath the loose dress I had chosen for the occasion.

— Do you think we will be able to see it clearly? — I asked, watching the busy street outside, the morning