On the seventh day after giving birth, I had a fever of 40 degrees, my breasts were as hard as rocks, and I was shaking so much that I couldn't hold on to the sheets.
The mother-in-law sat next to the crib and recorded on her mobile phone: "Body temperature 36.5, Feeding 120, heart rate 130" without raising her head.
She had just hung up the phone, and her voice was very low: "When she dies, the child will belong to your brother, the name of the house will not change - the loss of the delivery room will be all settled."
I curled up on the sweaty sheets and heard my heartbeat getting slower and slower.
But they didn't know that the recording was still running under my pillow.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
