I woke up from a sleep filled with strange dreams, which wasn’t new, just as it wasn’t new to be in the flower-covered room at Grandma Blanca’s house.
Lately, I’d been dreaming of babies with golden eyes and fiery hair like mine, or with my green eyes, tanned skin, and the long hair of their father.
How could I not dream of this, when ever since I found out about the pregnancy, I’d spent all my time thinking about it, thinking about this life growing inside me?
I needed to take action, to figure out what to do, to decide how I’d care for this child, whether I should tell the father or not. There were so many doubts, and everything only grew worse with my confinement.
I was forbidden from leaving here, not supposed to leave the room for anything, because according to Agnes, Will might c
