The contraction hit like a freight train, splitting my world into jagged shards of agony

you signed those papers. You didn’t ask when you chose a life that didn’t include us. Why would I have invited you back into a world you were so eager to leave?”

Another contraction seized me, more violent than the last. I didn’t scream this time; I channeled the rage into the effort. As the room blurred and the world narrowed down to the singular, continue reading …