*Cat*
I glanced at the mirror in the hospital bathroom, staring at the ugly red and swollen scar lining my lower belly. The stitched-up wound would scar something fierce, but I wasn’t quite as worried about the appearance of it as I thought I might be.
It felt more like a battle scar, like the ones on my shoulder and waist that had faded away with time. I was more proud of this scar, a symbol of having brought my beautiful daughter into the world rather than having holes shot into my body.
“Ready to go?” I heard Elio knock on the door, sounding worried.
I smiled, re-dressing my stitches and then pulling on my shirt. The hospital gown I’d worn for the past few days was the worst part of the visit, and I was glad to be in my regular clothes again.
