My wife was 7 months pregnant when I caught her smoking in front of the hospital. When I shouted, “You are putting our baby’s life in danger!” he threw the smoke straight in my face and replied, “It’s my body and I do with it what I want!” But that night, when I discovered what had happened to our unborn baby, I was paralyzed with horror...

The doctor had also recorded that Linda was still using tobacco despite repeated warnings.

At the end of the document it was indicated that pregnancy was considered high risk and that continuing to smoke could further increase the likelihood of premature delivery, placental complications and serious health problems for the baby.

I looked at Linda.

Le pregunté desde cuándo sabía todo aquello.

Al principio permaneció en silencio.

Después confesó que lo sabía desde hacía tres semanas.

Tres semanas.

Durante esas tres semanas, cada noche había puesto mi mano sobre su vientre y había hablado con nuestra pequeña.

I told him how we would go to the park together and how he would teach him how to ride a bike.

Meanwhile, my wife already knew that there were worrying signs related to our daughter’s health.

And I had continued to smoke.

When I asked her why she hadn’t left him, Linda sat on the edge of the bed and shrugged.