Rosa took the elevator up the modest building where she had found a tiny apartment at the cheapest rent she could manage. She had to save every penny she earned, so she could afford Renzo’s treatment.
Now her worries had doubled. Soon, she would have to support a second pregnancy as well—once she conceived. She had no idea how she was going to survive it all, but she had no choice except to keep moving forward. Her spirit wasn’t broken—not the spirit of a mother who would fight the world for her children.
The elevator stopped at her floor. She unlocked her apartment and stepped inside. It was a cramped studio with a narrow kitchenette, a bed pushed against the wall, an attached bathroom, and a small balcony that kept the space from feeling completely suffocating.
She had stopped dreamin
