Chapter 148 — When the Wait Seems Endless

October 3 dawned with that fresh spring sky that makes Montevideo shine. The Medina-Acosta home was wrapped in a sweet scent: freshly laundered baby clothes, softened with that unmistakable baby fragrance, which Lili had hung up the previous afternoon.

Everything had been ready for days, but that morning the order in the house felt almost ritualistic: the hospital bag by the door, the stroller set up in a corner of the living room, the diapers stacked