Chapter 42

Everything hurts—body and soul. I've bled for four days and four nights. As I look down at the porcelain bowl to see that it's clear, a wave of guilt comes over me. A part of me is glad that this is almost over. The contractions were a well-deserved punishment, but I stand here feeling better. I can't help but think of all the ways I could have dealt with this.

Alas, it's over. Or in the very leas