The Price of My Life: Billing My Mother-In-Law
Language: en
The bleeding wouldn't stop. I lay on the delivery bed, the overhead lights blindingly white. Someone shouted, "More pressure!" I could hear running, the sound of shoes squeaking frantically against the linoleum floor. My consciousness was sinking. I couldn't feel the pain anymore. Just cold. A deep, creeping cold 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. 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…