The tension inside the hospital room shifted the moment Raul’s voice changed. The anger that had filled the room moments earlier was now mixed with something unfamiliar—fear. He stared at the doctor, waiting for a response, but the doctor remained calm.

Adjusting Lucia’s blanket, he spoke gently. “Mrs. Lucia, given your injuries and your pregnancy, I’m contacting social services. You and your daughters need protection.”

Raul scoffed. “Protection from what? She’s my wife.”
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