The cold night caresses your increasingly sensitive skin. Your bloated stomach feels heavy, as if carrying the world. The clock on the wall shows two in the morning. Your husband, Michael, has not returned home yet. Anxiety begins to creep into your heart. You decide to look for him.

Your steps are unsteady along the deserted streets. The dim streetlights only illuminate a few meters in front of you. The darkness of the night seems to be a silent witness to your hurried steps. Suddenly, a loud noise breaks the silence. Curious, you approach the source of the sound.

Under the dim moonlight, your eyes catch a sight that makes your heart beat fast. Michael, standing tall in the middle of a crowd of young men who are fighting. His face is red with anger. Without thinking, you run towards him.

"Michael!" you shout as hard as you can. Your stifled voice breaks through the silence of the night. Michael turns his head, his eyes wide in surprise when he sees you.

"Love, why are you here?" he asked in a deep voice.

One of the young men from the opposing group lunged. Michael swiftly parried the attack.

"Michael!" you screamed again.

You tried to pull him away, but he held on. The fight was getting fiercer. You could only stand there, helpless, while continuing to call his name.

'And that was almost when this child almost miscarried', you muttered while looking at your newborn child.