I'm still going with trying to link my pieces into an ongoing story starting with Sacrifice , then Secrets and next...
She’d been in labour for 16 hours and had tried her best to relax and go with the flow, but the agony in her back was unrelenting, even when the contractions relaxed. The knowledgeable ones had stolen concerned glances at the tracings of her baby’s heart beat and with the rustle of a white coat, a decision was made. Nineteen was the last number she remembered counting before she slid under the heavy influence of the anaesthetic, like an exhausted sailor unable to keep himself afloat. As Ella slowly drifted to the surface of her awareness, she could hear a baby’s snuffle and mewl as she groggily opened her eyes. She watched her mother next to her, entranced and counting tiny digits, “my darling, she’s so perfect, so just like you”.
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