Chapter 77
She'd panicked. She had done all she could to get to the medical facility but the guards on duty that night had turned her away. Told her to deal with it herself. Threatened her with solitary confinement if she kept making a fuss.
So she'd gone to the bathroom. Had locked herself in the furthest stall. Had delivered her first son while biting down on her own sleeve to muffle the screams because making noise would bring guards and guards meant questions and questions meant investigations she couldn't afford.
The baby had come fast, with the kind of urgency that suggested that the baby was aware that the environment wasn't safe, that he needed to be born immediately even if it killed them both.
She'd caught him in her shaking hands, had felt him squirming and alive.
And then
