She went to the hospital to give birth, and when the baby was born, the doctor burst into tears upon seeing it…

She walked into the hospital with no one beside her.

No husband.

No family.

No one to hold her hand while the contractions came harder and faster.

Just a small suitcase, a worn-out sweater, and a heart that had already been broken long before the pain began.

Her name was Lucía Herrera, twenty-six years old—and she had already learned the hard way that sometimes becoming a mother means becoming an entirely new person overnight.

At the front desk of San Gabriel Hospital, the nurse smiled politely.

“Is your husband on the way?”