MARYJANE “We need to hurry,” Gustavo worries. “What if the baby is hurt?”Gustavo is convinced that Eduardo hurt the baby. The truth is he and his men didn’t touch me—other than the first time I puked—while I was in that cell. I know Gustavo is picturing them kicking my stomach, but that’s not how it happened.It’s the next morning, and we’re at an OBGYN. Gustavo used his ‘connections’—I bet he paid someone or twisted their arm—to get me seen.“It’s not for another fifteen minutes, calm down,” I say.Gustavo is most definitely not calm. He’s pacing back and forth in the waiting room, waiting for my name to be called. I’m glad he made the appointment before they opened, because he looks like a mad man right now.“Hey,” I say, grabbing his pant leg. “It’s going to be alright.”He runs his hand through his hair. Gustavo looks like a mess. I’ve never seen his hair so disheveled, or the bags under his eyes this dark.“I know.” He says it more for himself than me.When they call my name, h
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