When I came home late from the hospital, my husband slapped me hard and screamed, “Do you know what time it is, you useless b!.tch? My mother and I are starving!”
I tried to explain I’d been rushed to the ER—but the answer was more blows. Outside the door, my father stood frozen, watching it all. They never realized who he really was…
The heavy oak door creaked open. The smell of cheap pizza and the chaotic noise of a video game hit Maya like a physical blow.
Maya had just returned from the emergency room. She was wearing oversized hospital scrubs, her face pale as a ghost. Just hours ago, she had lost her unborn child, her body breaking under the exhaustion of scrubbing floors to meet her mother-in-law’s impossible standards.
Leo, her husband, was sprawled on the very sofa where she had collapsed in pain earlier. He didn’t even look up.
“It’s about time,” her mother-in-law, Helen, muttered, eyes glued to her iPad. “We had to order pizza. Where have you been all day? The house is a mess.”
Leo threw his game controller onto the table and spun around, his face flushed with annoyance. “Do you know what time it is? I worked all day, and I come home to a wet floor and no dinner! Do you think you’re a queen?”
Maya leaned against the wall to keep from collapsing. “I was at the ER, Leo. I texted you. I called you…”
“I was busy!” Leo shouted. “You’re always manufacturing drama to get out of chores!”
“I miscarried, Leo,” Maya stated flatly, looking directly into the eyes of the man she once loved. “The baby is gone. Because of the physical stress. The doctor said the placenta detached.”
The room went silent for a second. Maya waited for a flicker of regret, a shred of humanity.
Instead, Leo sneered. “Bullshit. You’re lying because you forgot to buy groceries. You’re pathetic. You can’t even carry a child right.”
Smack.
