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“Jesus,” Anton shakes his head. I don’t think he had actually thought a child would be buried inside when he made the joke earlier.
“It’s very…” Vanya pauses. “Opulent.”
That’s an understatement. The entire casket is decked out in gold and jewels. It has a pink undertone to it, signifying that whoever is inside was a girl.
Giving Anton a nod, we bend down and flip the latches, opening the lid.
It’s a baby, alright. A newborn from the look of it.
“Oh god,” Vanya sobs as she kneels next to the casket. The body inside is preserved fairly well for being nearly twenty-five years old. Whoever did the embalming had been paid to be meticulous.
“Is that…” Anton looks horrified. “Is that an umbilical cord wrapped around the neck?”
I take a closer look. It sure as hell looks like it.
“Oh my god,” Vanya whispers from her place on the floor. She has what looks to be a journal in her lap. She’s holding another one in her hands, flipping through the pages. “I killed her.”
What did she just say?
Tears pour down my little lioness’s cheeks as she flips through the pages.
“What are those?” I ask her.
“My mother’s journals,” she whispers hoarsely. “She wrote in them every day for nine months while she was pregnant with us. These are the entries she wrote right before she gave birth.”
May 15th,
Something is wrong.I can feel it in my bones. Everything has been too perfect this entire pregnancy and I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Theo thinks I am being paranoid. When he found out I was pregnant, he became ecstatic. We’ve been trying for so long. His excitement grew when I announced we were having twins. The moment he learned they were both girls, he grew distant. Angry. Girls can’t inherit his empire. They aren’t good for anything, even if he married them off for alliances, they will never be as useful as a male heir.
I assured him we can try again when they are born.
I’m doing this pregnancy alone now. He lost interest in the children and grew more interested in the whores he promised me he would never frequent again once I became pregnant. Apparently being pregnant with the weaker sex nulls that agreement.
I can only hope my girls won’t face the same challenges with their future husbands and I do mine.
May 16th,
Something is definitely wrong.
I began spotting and cramping. Magda, my home nurse, tells me it’s normal, but I know it’s not. I just know it.
May18th
How canthe heart suffer such tragicness? My soul felt heavy as the priest presided over the service. I can’t find it in me to cry any more tears for the loss of a child I never got to know. I clutched the ultrasound photo firmly in my hand as they sealed her tomb.
Vanya Mariella Castellanos will never know the love I had for her even though I never met her.
I will spend the rest of my life getting justice for her murder.
Her murderer will never know love or kindness.
Theo’s father says I am being irrational, but the proof is in the ultrasound picture.
She murdered my baby.
Her sister. The chord was wrapped tightly around her neck, and she was holding it.
She killed her in the womb.
