Silence ruled inside the car. I am looking out the window, folding the papers from the hospital, thinking about what the nurse said.
I am pregnant. I am carrying the child of the man who brought me to hell.
I have El’s child inside my womb. It makes me sick in the head, thinking what I will do about this creature that will probably grow inside of me.
Tears were freely rolling on my face, helping me to release the anxiety I have.
A whole part of me aches because I know he will never accept the child I am carrying now. I can't let this child, if the time comes, experience the rigor of El. I can't help but wish for my own flesh to be saved from being the subject of his uncharitable treatment.
“It's beautiful outside, ma'am. I guess you should be enjoying this moment before going back
