atients were already lost in their own slumber. Meanwhile, in other corridors, the light

ting room where his wife was undergoing childbirth. Occasionally, he wiped

h made Ignazio incredibly emotional. He wanted to curse. He wanted to damn someone. But he knew that all of th

didn't care about that. What he cared about was whether his wife would s

urse, still in her surgical uniform, emerged from the double doors hold

y girl, her

wife?" Ignazio

the baby was the proof of his love with his wife, the baby wo

he nurse said patiently. She attempted once again to

, and Gretta," urged his father, squee

illed eyes. Reluctantly, he reached out, accepting the b

asn't sure about the color of her eyes. Would they be like his or her mother's? She barely had eyebrows. Her nose was tiny, not

too, was squeezing Ignazio's shoulder quite firmly. Ig

handed the baby back to th

, he chose to look away. The nurse smiled again, as if Ignazio'

ay, and she respected it. The man's heart was wounde

by to the nursery," the nurse stated. Typically, Ignazio's parents responded with nods. After

utching his hair. His child was out, but what now? How was his wife? Could they start

married couple, they lived their lives full of love and happiness. Ho

l symptoms. She looked easily tired, often had a pale complexion, and would vomit after meals. When

octor—especially when he noticed Gretta growing thinner by the day. Gretta, however,

d bought several different brands of pregnancy tests to confirm Gretta's suspicion,

refused because, according to her internet search, her early pregnancy wouldn't sh

a comprehensive examination. The news of him registering Gretta for an obstetrician appointment quickly

se they felt something abnormal in Gretta's body. The doctor suspected, knowing that besides

detailed abdominal ultrasound were performed, but when it was time for an MRI, Gretta refus

ife, he pleaded with Gretta to terminate the pregnancy. But his wife cried an

the point of the child being born if it

that we're not trying and just resigning ourselves to fate, but here, there's a fetus e