Chapter 12

In the end, Steven silently led Zachary out of the ward. Not long after they left, the nurse called to ask if I could take care of the remains of my unborn child. They knew my condition was precarious and didn't want to provoke me, so they initially tried to reach Steven, but he didn't pick up. With no other option, they contacted me to sign the necessary paperwork. After explaining the situation, they asked when I could come in. Given my current state, I really shouldn't have moved, but this was my first chance to see the child I would never hold. I couldn't bear to think of it being alone and sad if I arrived late, so I told them I'd come right away. Once I arrived, I signed the forms and waited for a while. Eventually, they handed me a small box. Cradling the little box, I took a cab to a cemetery to buy a plot for my child and arrange a proper burial. I should have left after handling everything, but I couldn't bring myself to. I sat beside the grave, feeling the dull ache in