A loud noise startles us, the doors are thrown open violently, the little light in the living room lets us see Diana coming holding Mathew’s arm. She pants with her hand on her swollen belly.
"My son is going to be born," the ash-haired boy whispers. "Please, I need you to help me. She was supposed to still have some time but the labor has advanced."
"Of course, lay her down on the couch," Inés said, quickly removing some cushions to place her there. Her forehead is sweaty, she opens her eyes and looks at me. "Ale, go get scissors, hot water and many towels."
It takes me a few seconds to react, but when I do I hurry to get everything she asked for. How many months is her pregnancy supposed to last? It is too early for her baby to be born.
I return to the living room with everything she
