Isabela’s breathing shook through the speaker.

“My mother went to the private maternity wing three years ago,” she whispered.

“My older sister delivered a stillborn girl that same night.

My parents were terrified of the scandal, terrified of what it would do to the family’s image and the merger.

They told the clinic administrators to handle it.” Gabriela sank into a kitchen chair, gripping the pink band until her knuckles went white.

“My baby didn’t die,” she said, her voice dropping.