My husband and I were planning our second pregnancy and were thrilled to see the coveted lines on the test. The pregnancy seemed to be progressing well with no complications, but in the third trimester, I started experiencing severe morning sickness, which worried me.
My husband tried to reassure me, saying there was nothing bad or scary about it, and if I was concerned, we could go to the doctor. I got dressed, and we went to my doctor, who examined me, assured me there was no reason to worry, and suggested that I tended to overthink things. Relieved by the doctor’s words, we went home, and a few weeks later, I returned to the maternity ward to give birth to our son.
The labor was challenging, so they decided to keep me in the hospital for a week. My husband said it was necessary for our safety and health. I thought it might be boring, but when I entered the room, I saw another girl who had recently given birth. As a journalist, I love telling stories and asking questions, but I noticed she seemed uncomfortable discussing her life. After our conversation, she only mentioned that she had made mistakes in life, and I decided not to inquire further, thinking she would share more if she wanted to.
The next day, she was not there; she didn’t come in the evening or the next day. I asked the doctors and nurses about my acquaintance from the ward, but they kept telling me it was none of my business, and she had asked not to disclose anything.
Curious about the secrecy, I decided to conduct my own investigation. Being a journalist, I recalled our conversation and started documenting it. I hope to uncover the truth and understand the meaning behind all of this.
