Chapter 2 - The Cold Room
The private consultation room at the end of the hall offered little comfort. It held two gray vinyl armchairs, an artificial ficus collecting dust in the corner, and a small bassinet on wheels provided by the nursing staff.
The baby lay sleeping, completely unaware of the storm swirling above her tiny eyelashes. Her name, according to the temporary hospital wristband, was Maya.
Clara sat across from James, hugging her knees to her chest. The distance between their chairs was barely three feet, but it felt like a canyon neither knew how to cross.
“She chose to carry the pregnancy to term knowing the risk?” Clara asked quietly, staring at the small yellow bundle.
“Elena was an artist,” James murmured, staring at his clasped hands. His knuckles were white. “She believed this child was her second chance at leaving something beautiful behind. When she collapsed yesterday afternoon, the doctors performed an emergency cesarean. She died before Maya took her first breath.”
A heavy, solemn silence settled over the room. Clara was a physician; she understood mortality, clinical finality, and the fragility of human bodies. But her heart was that of a betrayed wife.
“You should have told me the day she called you,” Clara said, her voice shaking with restrained anger. “Marriage isn't just about sharing the sunshine, James. It’s about letting someone stand with you in the rain. You treated me like a stranger who couldn't handle the truth.”
“I didn't think you'd stay,” he confessed, his voice breaking. “You had just secured your chief residency. We were finally finding our footing. I convinced myself I could find a quiet, private way to arrange foster-to-adopt guardians, or handle it without pulling you into my past.”
Clara looked up, her green eyes fierce despite her tears. “You were going to give away your own flesh and blood just to save face?”
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James looked stricken. “No! I wanted to keep her. God help me, the moment I saw her ultrasound, I loved her. But loving her meant blowing up our life. And I was a coward.”
Maya stirred, letting out a faint, mewling cry that broke through the tension. Both adults instinctively looked toward the bassinet.
