Chapter 96

All of a sudden, Miguel remembered—there was a moment during their short two-year marriage when Enrica had come to him, begging for help. He'd said the exact same words back then. It was about a year after they got married. Jilliana had started pushing hard for a baby, but Enrica wasn't getting pregnant. Jilliana had gone out of her way to find a traditional medicine remedy, had prescriptions made, and insisted Enrica make those nasty black soups every day. For weeks, she carried the faint smell of medicine on her body. Enrica had tried more than once to tell him she didn't want to drink that stuff anymore. But he never took it seriously. In his mind, what woman didn't want to have a child? Jilliana was getting older—wanting a grandchild wasn't some outrageous demand. When the herbs didn't work, Jilliana started digging up all sorts of weird folk remedies. One after another. And Enrica had to stomach them all. She finally asked him to go get checked at the hospital, just in case i