The sun had barely risen when Celina woke with an uncomfortable tightness in her chest. Still lying in bed, she reached for her phone and instinctively opened her messaging app. There was nothing new from Zoe. Since Dona Maria’s message the day before—brief and confusing—there had been nothing else. It had only said she was at the hospital with Zoe. Celina had tried calling several times after that, but everything went straight to voicemail. The silence gnawed at her.

It wasn’t until after noon