Farewell, Admiral
Never would I have foreseen that on the way to the hospital, I’d be hit by a car, triggering premature labor.
However, before I could explain any of this, his sharp voice cut in again, “Autumn, as a mother, you ignored your son’s safety and went out without my permission, leading to his death. For that, you’re utterly irresponsible, and as the admiral’s wife, you’re empty-headed and completely unworthy of your position.”
The noise around me blurred into a dull roar. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
After a long silence, I couldn’t help asking, “Our child is gone. Are you not at fault for that, too?”