The woman giggled softly, followed by more nauseating sounds.
Suddenly, all the pain in my body vanished, leaving only a hollow, broken heart. It was as if I’d been riddled with bullets.
At midnight, fireworks lit up the city sky, ushering in the new year.
But I no longer had the strength to care.
The dazzling fireworks blurred before my eyes, fading into a single tear that slid down my cheek.
When I woke up again, the searing pain in my abdomen returned.
The doctor sighed, shaking his head. "The baby was already six months along. The delay suffocated the fetus in the womb. A little earlier, and we might’ve saved it."
"You’ve just had surgery. Rest and recover."
Grief overwhelmed me. I clutched my empty belly, sobbing uncontrollably. "Baby, you must’ve sensed this world isn’t worth it, so you chose not to come, right?"
"I’m sorry... next time, find better parents..."
I didn’t know how long I cried, but it felt as if I had no more tears left.
Finally, I picked up my phone and called my mother, who was still in our hometown.
"Mom, I’ve decided. After the New Year, I’ll join you and Dad on that classified research project."