THIRD PERSON POV
The hospital room was cold and sterile, the faint smell of antiseptic hanging in the air. Esther lay in the hospital bed, her face turned away from the door as she heard footsteps approaching. She made sure her tears were ready, her face contorted into a perfect mask of grief and despair. The door opened, and the doctor stepped in, his expression solemn.
“Ms. Esther,” he began gently, “I’m afraid I have some unfortunate news. You’ve had a miscarriage. I’m so sorry.”
Esther let out a wail that echoed through the room, her body convulsing with exaggerated sobs. She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking as she put on a show of deep sorrow. Anyone watching would think she was utterly devastated. But behind her hands, her eyes gleamed with malice.
Caleb, st
