Part 3 - The Quiet Womb
She was already carrying a child. The pregnancy was planned, prayed for. Her husband - not the kind to scoff at dreams - massaged her feet each night and played her old songs to calm her cravings.
He did not know what had happened, but he knew something was shifting. She laughed louder. She wept harder. She stared into the dark longer than she ever had.
The doctors called it normal. The elders called it blessing. But she called it unquiet.
She dreamed of forests she had never seen and storms that whispered her name."