Each signature trembled.
A nurse handed her a hospital gown.
“Follow me.”
The corridor felt endless.
The lights blurred.
When she lay on the cold operating table, her hand instinctively moved to her belly.
She felt something.
A faint movement.
So small.
But enough.
Tears fell instantly.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered.
She didn’t know who she was apologizing to.
The babies.
Her mother.
Or the woman she used to be.
“Have you made your decision?” the doctor asked.
Elena closed her eyes.
“Yes.”
The doctor nodded—
