Two bitter days had passed since I lost my baby, it was time to go home, I had not wanted to talk to George, it was inevitable not to feel disgust for someone who had ended the life of his own son, although there was a possibility that he was not the father, he acted as if he was, it was impressive the accumulation of feelings I had for him.
"Mrs. Katherine, you have a medical today, how are you feeling?" I looked sideways at the doctor who had treated me.
"Well, can I go now?" I asked with some discomfort.
"I took the box of medication he offered me, but I didn't trust the doctor either, after talking to my husband he had completely forgotten about the substance that had caused my miscarriage, so he was more like George.
I called Jeremy, he was waiting for me outside the hospital ev
