All My Waiting Ends in Emptiness
Language: en
On the day I went to the military hospital for a late-term termination, the surgeon asked me why I didn’t want the child. "I’m getting a divorce," I replied, my voice steady. "I have no intention of raising a baby alone." The surgeon pulled down her surgical mask. It was Greta Blackwood, the younger sister of my Major General husband. She stared at me for what felt like an eternity before she managed to squeeze out a sentence. "Sera... does my brother know?" "No," I said, my tone even flatter than I had anticipated. "And he doesn't need to." Greta set the medical chart on the…