(The Pact)
“You do not speak of this to anyone, if you do-,”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll rip out my throat. Heard this all before, come up with something else,” he waves his hands, shooing me away.
I hand him the lifeless body of my newborn son, “Get rid of it.”
He nods and turns away, “Stay here, he will be arriving soon,” she says over his shoulder before he disappears.
I wait for almost thirty minutes and when I am almost seething in the mouth, a car pools up. I bite back the frustration when I see them step out of the car with a perfectly healthy newborn baby boy. “He will serve you well,” he gives me a tight smile.
“And the parents?” he sighs.
“Grieving the loss of their son,” he says before stepping back into the car and driving away.
I look down at the sleeping newborn baby boy an
