A Second Chance at Vengeance
Language: en
Blood, it wouldn't stop. I lay on the delivery bed, the overhead lights blindingly white. Someone shouted "More pressure," people were running, the sound of shoes against the floor frantic and chaotic. My consciousness was sinking. I couldn't feel the pain anymore. Just cold. A coldness starting from the soles of my feet. The delivery room door wasn't shut completely. Voices drifted in from the hallway. It was my mother-in-law, Martha's voice. She was on the phone. "...Five hundred thousand dollars, that was the agreed-upon dowry. If she doesn't make it, can we get that money back?" I…