She walked into the hospital alone.
No husband.
No family.
No one to hold her hand as the pain kept getting stronger.
All she had was a small suitcase, an old sweater, and a heart that had already been broken long before that day.
Her name was Lucía Herrera.
At just twenty-six, she had already learned something most people don’t …
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