The employees tried to explain the possibilities to him. Muscle reaction. Gases. Post-death phenomena. Marcos heard words that sounded memorized and felt something inside him turn cold.
He leaned toward Ana Clara and called her name. There was no response. She didn’t open her eyes. She didn’t breathe. But inside her body was a child still fighting against everything the adults had decided for him.
“Call the ambulance!” Marcos shouted. “My son is alive!”
Chaos erupted immediately. Someone rushed toward the administration office. Another employee called emergency services. Ana Clara’s mother stood up crying, and Gustavo took a step forward before stopping with a rigidity that Marcos would never forget.
In pain, there are details that are recorded as evidence.
Gustavo didn’t look at the belly. He looked at the door. Then he looked at the blue folder. Then he looked at Marcos like someone trying to gauge how much another person knows.
