Chapter 1: Lazy

I walked toward her slowly.

“What happened?”

My mother lifted her chin.

“Your wife refused to listen. I told her to stop being dramatic, but she kept complaining. New mothers today are so weak.”

I stared at her.

“She was three days postpartum.”

“Women have babies every day, Ethan.”

Her voice lowered into that familiar cutting tone I had heard all my life.

“If taking care of a baby is so difficult for her, maybe she never should have become a mother.”

The words seemed to echo down the corridor.

Behind us, a doctor stepped out of Hannah’s room.

He had gray hair, tired eyes, and the controlled expression of a man trying very hard not to show anger.

“Mr. Miller?” he asked.

I turned instantly.

“Yes.”

“Your wife is conscious. But before you go in, I need to ask you something.”

My mother stiffened beside me.

The doctor’s eyes moved to her.

“Who has been caring for Mrs. Miller at home?” Continue Reading ⬇️