Mother Caridad turned from the window.
“Esperanza, is there something you wish to tell us?”
The young nun folded her hands.
“I remember pieces of things.”
Doctor Paloma went still.
“What things?”
“A room. A light. Sometimes a voice. I think it may be yours.”
The doctor closed her case halfway, then opened it again.
“Memories can become confused during periods of illness.”
“Was I ill?”
“You have fainted more than once.”
“Before my first pregnancy?”
Paloma did not respond.
Mother Caridad stepped closer.
“Doctor?”
Paloma glanced at the test.
“It is positive.”
The room became very quiet.
Esperanza lowered her eyes.
Although she had expected the answer, hearing it confirmed seemed to remove something from her strength. Her shoulders fell slightly.
Mother Caridad moved toward her.
“Are you unwell?”
