She Bids the Old Year Goodnight

Summary

I woke from the haze of anesthesia, a dull ache in my side from the appendectomy, to a far sharper pain: the emptiness in my womb. My baby was gone.

Zoe, Sebastian’s childhood friend, was giggling beside my bed.

“Hey, Cass,” she chirped, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I took care of that little problem in your belly for you. You’re welcome.”

I saw red. I grabbed my phone and called the police, reporting her to the state medical board, my voice shaking with rage.