CHAPTER 252 — Where Fear Learns to Wait

(Milagros’s Point of View)

I never thought going to the doctor could feel like this.

This time, it wasn’t just a checkup.

It felt like carrying my heart in my hands and my soul by a thread.

That morning, I didn’t go alone. Sofía and Mom walked beside me from the moment we got out of the car. One on each side, as if my body were fragile and, at the same time, sacred. I let them take care of me.

I needed it.

For the first time, I didn’t feel guilty a