I returned home from military service, hoping to see my wife’s smile. Instead, I found a coffin in the middle of the living room. “She d:ied in childbirth…”

midwife, then passed away before anyone could save her.

“Which midwife?” I asked.

“She left,” Mother said.

“What hospital pronounced her dead?”

Caleb slammed down his glass. “Why are you interrogating us?”

I looked at Emily. “Because someone should.”

Mother softened her voice. “You are exhausted. Go meet your son. We will handle the burial tomorrow.”

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