My Dead Child Was His Greatest Debt

After ten long months carrying his child, my water broke.

On the way to the hospital, the girl I had taken in off the streets called my husband.

She confessed that she had secretly admired him for a long time but didn't want to destroy our family, so she decided to end it all.

My husband abandoned me on the overpass, cut the wheel hard against oncoming traffic, and rushed back to comfort her.

I bore the pain in my abdomen and walked five kilometers along that overpass before a cab finally slowed for me.

By the time I reached the hospital, my blood had already stained half of my body.