A loud scream of raw and primal pain ripped through the door, followed by a strong smell of burning flesh, and each scream that followed, one after the other, made my knees buckle, and my breath came short and sharp.Standing right outside the door, I shut my eyes and dug my nails so deep into my palms that I felt the bite of them as I tried to hold myself calm, though every part of me wanted to go back in there and hold his hand, helping him through all the pain.But he didn’t want me to be there.He said he didn’t want me to see it.“Should I come in?” I asked, trying to see if he might perhaps want me now.“No. You don’t want to see this, trust me,” he replied.I sighed disappointedly and began acting like the man who was waiting outside the labor room while his wife was giving birth.Then, abruptly, the screaming stopped. Silence fell so suddenly, it was like someone had hit the mute button.I held my breath without meaning to, trying to listen to every beating of the hearts in th
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