I began crying.
“And she’s already on her way here.”
Robert was still kneeling beside my bed, sobbing.
“Margaret, I’ve stolen your entire life from you…”
I looked at him.
For decades, I had dreamed that one day he would finally understand how much pain he had caused me.
But at that moment, his tears meant nothing.
“You took my wages, my youth, and my health. But my child… How could you?”
He lowered his head.
I turned toward the doctor.
“Please, don’t let him into my room again.”
An hour later, the door slowly opened.
A woman stepped inside.
She stopped in the doorway.
For a long moment, she simply stared at me.
Then she whispered:
“Mom…?”
That single word turned fifty years of pain into tears.
I opened my arms.
She ran toward me and hugged me so tightly that it felt as though she was afraid of losing me again.
