
Chapter Eight — Our Choices, Our Mistakes
The gray images in Monica’s mind chased her. The sound of her brother’s distant voice played in the background. She could hear him and searched through the distorted shapes. He asked, “Did you tell him?”
She answered, “It’s too soon. He doesn’t need to know.”
Among the shadows, she recognized a younger version of herself giving birth. She rested on her back in a dark dusty room, breathing…