His heart raced.
Too fast.
“That’s not normal…” he whispered.
He pushed the door.
—Sorry… I just—
“WHO LET YOU IN?!” the woman yelled, pointing at him. “Get him out! He’s filthy!”
Their eyes pierced him.
Contempt. Disgust. Rage.
A doctor didn’t even glance his way.
—This is a sterile room, get that child out now.
Mateo felt it… not in his body.
But in his soul.
He clutched the wallet.
—I… just came to return this…
The rich man looked at him for the first time.
Cold.
Tired.
Broken.
But Mateo wasn’t paying attention to that anymore.
His gaze stayed on the baby.
On her neck.
A tiny movement…
