In my last life, I never saw her again after she left. I had allowed myself the comfort of believing she had found a good man and was happy.
“Alright?” she scoffed, a single tear tracing a path down her hollow cheek. “How could anyone be alright, married to a man like that?” The dam of
her composure broke, and she began to sob, her voice raw with grief and hatred. “We served her our whole lives. We were completely devoted to
her. Why would she do this to us?”
Her thin hand stroked her swollen belly. “The border is a cold, harsh place. I couldn’t even get an extra cup of water. I nearly died giving birth to my
daughter. I was at death’s door. But my husband… he ignored my pain. All he cared about was whether it was a boy. When he saw it was a girl, just
three days after I gave birth, he forced himself on me…”
