She was 13 years old and had traveled from the coast with her grandmother to deliver. At 32 weeks, the baby could arrive any day. As the doctor moved the wand of the ultrasound across her slick belly, the girl stared down at nothing, her gaze hard and flat.
"El sexo?" asked the grandmother, a tiny woman in a faded blue dress that nearly reached her ankles. She smiled weakly to show a mouth of splintered teeth.
"Varon," said the doctor. It's a boy. He said the girl's name, then repeated it again to get her attention, but she seemed not to hear.
"Tiene verguenza," he said softly. "It's shame."
Within days, she would be a mother. Within days, a little boy would be born to a girl who the doctor said was probably raped.