Thirty-ThreeTrina Twelve Years Ago
She had been nauseous and almost delirious from the anesthesia, but Trina wanted her baby. “Where is she?” she kept asking the nurses, who said nothing but told her to sleep now. But how could she sleep with all the voices outside her room, bickering over something or other that she couldn't hear. Finally, her father came and told her that her baby died unexpectedly and that was that.
“It's over now, Trina,” Hardin said matter-of-factly. “Sorry, but that's the way things go. It's actually for the better.”
“For the better? That my baby is dead? How can you be so cruel?” she slurred her words but they were sharp in tone. Trina began to cry uncontrollably, but Hardin just left the room.
“Maddy,” she whimpered. “Maddy, where are you? Please help me…?”
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