All five babies were Black. My husband shouted they weren’t his, fled the hospital, and vanished. I raised them alone amid whispers. Thirty years later he returned and the truth shattered everything he believed forever inside.
I never thought the most important day of my life would begin with a scream. My name is María Fernández, and thirty years ago I gave birth to five babies in a public hospital in Seville. The labor was long, brutal, and exhausting. When I finally opened my eyes and saw five tiny cribs…
