"Good," I whispered. "Two more days to go."
He frowned.
"No, Liliana. This isn't good. I warned you. And now… I'm sorry, but you'll never be able to carry a child again."
I stared at the doctor without blinking, my heart already numb. My hands subconsciously touched my stomach and a small whimper escaped my lips.
"I'm so sorry, Liliana," the doctor said. "The bleeding was too much. It was the only way to save your life."
I was heartbroken and devastated but still the tears couldn't drop. I let out a sigh. They'd taken everything from me and left me with nothing. I'll do the same to them.
My thumb found the inside of my left wrist. I pressed into the scars there, the ones from the broken glass, still fresh beneath the bruises. The pain was the only thing that felt real. The only thing that was mine.
The doctor handed me my phone.
"It's been ringing nonstop for three days," he said. "Please take care of yourself."
I took my phone and saw several missed calls from my mom including messages and pictures.
Where are you, Liliana? What happened? Your father got you released but the guard said you had an accident. Please call me.