Staring at my pale, exhausted reflection in the mirror, I made up my mind. If everyone only cared about Camila, then fine—I would leave.
I went back to the living room and dialed the number of the orphanage director who had once taken care of me.
"Mama Doria, I want to go abroad with you to open a new orphanage."
Then, I responded, after hearing her response, "Yes, I've made up my mind. I can leave with you at the end of next month."
After I was done with the call, I dialed my private doctor's number.
"Don't tell Mr. Graciani about my pregnancy yet—I want to surprise him."
"What surprise?" At that time, the living room door opened just in time for Tomas to hear the second half of my sentence.
"Your birthday is at the end of next month. It's a birthday surprise," I replied calmly.
Tomas's face lit up and he stepped forward to hug me. "Thank you, Samita. You don’t have to do all this. I just want you to be happy every day."
If this had been before, I would have been deeply moved by his words. But now, I just felt cold all over.
"My parents called just now. They told me not to cause trouble during my sister’s pregnancy. Tommy, I’m really upset."