I nodded. “Are you finished? I’m tired and need to rest.”
William opened his mouth but said nothing. I slept lightly and regained some strength. When I woke up, he was gone. A note lay on the bedside: [Regina was in a car accident. I’m going to check on her.]
For days, William was gone. His WhatsApp updates showed him caring for Regina. Her leg hurt, or she was injured and couldn’t cook, so he looked after her and the baby.
Every update was about Regina. Since our child was born, he hadn’t even looked at her or given her a name.
I stopped relying on him and named the baby Rena. I couldn’t eat the hospital food, while other mothers ate meals their families had brought.
I could only ask if I could pay for an extra meal from them. Meanwhile, Regina posted a picture of delicious food on her phone.
[Your cooking is still so good. I never get tired of it.]
On the fifth day after Rena was born, the doctor said she had high jaundice and lung inflammation. I cried all night secretly.
The next morning, as I left the ward for the bathroom, I saw William with Regina and the little girl. The girl looked a bit sick.