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Elena walked slowly through the crowded maternity clinic in Mexico City, holding an ultrasound report tightly against her chest. Around her, excited couples smiled at baby pictures, talked about names, and planned their future together. Their happiness only made her feel more alone. When she finally stepped into the elevator, she stared silently at the glowing floor numbers while fighting back tears. Outside, the summer heat pressed heavily against the busy streets as traffic filled the avenue with noise. Her phone buzzed with a message from her closest friend, Mariana, asking how the appointment had gone. Elena typed the truth several times — that she was expecting triplets — but each time she erased the words and replied with a simple lie: “Everything’s fine. Just a routine check.”
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