Chapter 14 Have a Word With You

• That night, Clara had a dream. She dreamt that her child was born, but before she could catch a glimpse, Leslie swept in and whisked the baby away.
• Clara cried out. She wanted just one look at her child. She fell off the birthing bed, too weak from labour to do anything but crawl, leaving a trail of blood with every move.
• Yet all she saw was Leslie's receding figure and the tiny, tightly clenched fist of her newborn.