Kavin
I keep my eyes on the wall of the chief obstetrician's office room. My hands lie limply on my bloodied lap. I couldn't see or feel anything. My breath comes out in shallow pants while my heart's pacing irregularly.
I did not know the real meaning of panic until I saw her weak, bloodied body in my arms. If I was sad, alone, and angry when Nithi left me after I divorced her four years ago, then now I'm terrified of her leaving me again as I sit in the doctor's cold office room. And I know this time she might not return back to me ever again.
No. No! I'm not going to think that way. She has to come back to me. She can't leave me and the kids alone.
I scold myself repeatedly in my head for all the negativity inside it but the doctor's solemn expression makes my blood run cold in m
