At night, when the baby finally slept, she found herself standing in the bathroom, lifting her shirt under the harsh yellow light. The C-section incision was healing, but above it, the other scar appeared more pronounced. She traced it with her fingertip, as if touching a question carved into her skin.
Nurses avoided her eyes whenever she brought it up. One even changed the subject quickly, asking about breastfeeding instead. Their unease only fed her suspicion. If this was normal, why did everyone seem so uncomfortable? Why was her body telling a story that no one wanted to explain?