FOETICIDE

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I bit my shuddering lips and rub my quivering hands around my knees to my thigh, non-stop, joining my pumping heart that's hitting my chest so hard under my ribcage. I can feel every drop of my cold respiration around my forehead, from my temple, and on my nape.

"Are you ready?" I flinch as I heard the midwife's calm voice, but it sounds ghastly to my ears. I glance at Jewel, searching for some reaction to help me decide even for the last time. But she looks at me with the same questioning look, and she also wants my confirmation.

I nod hesitantly and stand up sluggishly.