Demolition Before the Bloom

cracking with the residue of her tears. “I fell against the wooden edge of the chair. It’s a sharp, throbbing pain. But… but mostly I’m just terrified for my baby. I’m seven months pregnant. The contractions… they were so tight a few minutes ago.”

“I understand,” Dr. Miller said, his voice a steady, grounding anchor in the cavernous room. He reached continue reading …