Nora was as pale as a sheet.
She thought back to the day five years ago when she went into early labor…
She could remember very clearly that she was in a private clinic at that time. The white walls were peeling and it was very dim in the delivery room. There were only a doctor and a nurse, and they looked very unprofessional.
She laid on the cold delivery bed without even a shred of dignity.
She didn't remember the pain of labor anymore. All she remembered was the restless little hand that peeked out of the blanket wrapped around her son when her father took him away.
It was so small… as though just the size of her finger.
She had wanted to get up and take her child back, but her belly started to act up again.
The amniotic fluid in her water bag was almost gone. If she halted the labor process, then the child who was still in her belly would suffocate to death…
