The Long Winter Ends, I No Longer Wait for You

When I was three months pregnant, Tom signed a five-year overseas contract with his company and went to the Santiago office. He said he would bring me over once I hit seven months. "The medical care there is good, and if the baby's born there, he can get local citizenship. School will be easier for him than for other kids down the line." My parents worried about me, so they came along too. Tom called them Mom and Dad warmly enough, but he put them in a windowless maid's room.