BIRTH
The first time Elle experienced childbirth, she was young and alone. Her contractions had started in the school toilets, where she'd been convinced she was dying rather than going into labour a month early. Clasping at the walls of the cubicle, she'd prayed to a God she didn't believe in to have mercy, to spare her from the pain.
By the time a concerned teacher had heard her screams and taken her to the hospital, Trent was already well on his way. The midwives had done their best to calm the storm of panic that took hold in her chest, but without any friends or family to help it was futile.
Trent had been born into a room filled with chaos and her fear, and it was her biggest regret.
As she lay in the hospital bed, clutching her contracting stomach and sucking on the gas and air
