The silent whoosh from the toilet sink made Renata’s cries inaudible. She sat on the toilet seat with a pregnancy strip in one hand and her other hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the cries.

It was negative again.

Slowly, she tilted her head to the corner where the bin was, there were several test strips in there. She shared the bathroom with Santiago, but he never for one day noticed the pregnancy test strips she had thrown in there.

“God…” she raised her teary eyes to the ...