Letting Her Fall
This was the first time since Monica had gotten married that I ever heard Aunt Lorelei speak in such a disappointed tone.
Outside the room, her furious complaints echoed down the hallway, but inside the ward, it was frighteningly quiet.
I walked in and looked at Monica, who had just finished a C-section.
She didn't react when she saw me. She just turned her head slightly and stared blankly at the floor.
Her pale, exhausted face showed clear finger marks, and the corner of her mouth was swollen.