The following morning dawned with an eerie tension that hung heavy in the air. The sun's golden rays crept through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room where Catalina had spent a restless night. The thought of the possibilities the future held for her and her child coupled with thoughts of having a child for a man who did not love her stole sleep from her eyes.
Anxiety gnawed at her insides as she contemplated the perilous path she had chosen. She picked up her phone and it was 9 am in the morning. She pulled the covers off her and stepped out of bed as she let out a yawn. She had decided to go downstairs so she could join her father for breakfast.
As she got to the foot of the stairs she heard Miguel’s voice coming from the dining area and she knew that her father would
