Briony stared at the doors of the emergency room, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

...

Mary was gone.

She died on the very day her daughter was born.

The baby lay in an incubator, oblivious to the fact that her mother had left this world forever.

Maybe the newborn could sense the absence, because that night, she developed a high fever.

The doctors in the neonatal unit declared her condition critical.

Briony couldn't afford the luxury of grief. She rushed to the neonatal ward, signing a stack of consent forms for the baby's treatment.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the child's condition finally stabilized.

But Briony's nerves and emotions stayed stretched tight, refusing to ease.

Mary had no family left. For now, her body was kept in the hospital morgue.

Briony went to see her.

Mary lay beneath a white sheet.

Briony gently lifted the cloth.

Mary's eyes were closed, her face peaceful, as if she were simply sleeping.

of cruelty-how could she bear to

look

heartless woman slept

sobbing could

Mary simply missed Ferdinand too much, and chose to

what right did Ferdinand have

hand gently

Cold. Unforgiving.

never come

...

up and

concern etched across his

red from crying. She looked

are you doing

But as soon as I arrived at the house, Carol told me about

keeping her distance. "I be busy with Mary's arrangements for a few days anyway, so

keenly, but

just recovered-you shouldn't overexert yourself. Let a professional handle the funeral. I

her sister. That makes me her family.

his lips together,

had neither the patience nor the energy to drag this

clear last time." Her voice was weary. "Once you have

don't want you

isn't something

words landed like a final

hand clenched at his side, a wave of sorrow washing

"Just... take

him a quiet thank you, then brushed

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