"The family doesn't want an autopsy. They believe she comitted suicide." Ignas replied. "There were traces of alcohol in her blood, so she was obviously drunk. And she was said to have suffered severe postpartum depression after the birth of her daughter.
"What the hell!" Priscilla exclaimed. "They didn't get her help? Women go through a whole lot for these men and what do we get? A fucking lonely nine months journey..."
"Actually, some women carry their pregnancy for ten months if you decide to count by weeks. Nine months ends at thirty-six weeks and women are expected to fall into labour anytime from thirty-seven to forty-two weeks." Clara interrupted.
"Forty-two what? What the hell is that. I can't carry this bump for that long. That's going to kill me. I'm gonna die, oh my god!" Jane squealed.
"Here we go again...." Ignas murmured, taking a seat on a high stool beside her.
