My Mother-in-Law Took Apart My Dead Daughter’s Room 
Regina was only three years old.
I came home from the cemetery with white daisies s
Three.
“Hello?” Rodrigo answered, sounding nervous.
I didn’t let him speak.
“I’m home. Your mother’s here. Standing next to the crib you had set up in Regina’s room.”
Silence.
“Diana… this isn’t something we should discuss over the phone.”
“It is exactly something we should discuss over the phone.”
“I only have one question.”
“Can you have children… yes or no?”
He took a long breath.
“It’s not that simple…”
“Yes or no, Rodrigo.”
“Not… not the way you think.”
“Not the way you think.”
The floor seemed to shift beneath my feet.
Behind me, Doña Amparo covered her mouth.
You knew.
You knew everything.
“Then whose baby is coming into this house?” I asked.
Instead of answering, he whispered my name the way someone does before delivering news that will break your heart.
“Diana… we had to make a decision.”
“You weren’t really here anymore.”
“You’d been gone for a whole year.”
I hung up.
