All Chapters of He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

I tried to remember the last thing that had happened.I remembered the party. The greenhouse, and all those people. Seeing her—Miss Hilda—across the crowd. The flash of her hair, the way the world pitched sideways, the static roar in my ears.I remembered running, wind in my face, legs burning as I

MayaBack in the bed, I counted the seconds by the pulse of the IV drip. The machines by my head blinked in patterns I couldn’t decipher. The air smelled like bleach, and under that, the sweet, sticky scent of wound care ointment. I tried to remember more, but the memories kept looping, the tape ski

Sofia.I spent the hours after midnight working the greenhouse like a last-call bartender: running on empty, still pouring. Most of the guests had thinned out by then, but the stragglers were the worst kind—the ones who’d paid for the privilege of pretending they were too important to leave on time.

AvaI stood in the doorway, watching the slow, mechanical rise and fall of Maya’s chest. Her arm was mummified in layers of gauze and plastic, braced above the blankets like a dead thing, and the machines beside her bed blipped a lullaby that kept threatening to flatline. Every beep, every pulse of

SofiaBeen back on a school ground, it reminded me of how time had a way of falling apart—classes would go on, papers getting assigned, even saw some other poor bastard throw up in the lounge at two a.m., but inside our dorm room it was always the same hour: frozen, sterile, an two degrees colder th