I came from the rice fields to tend to our land. It was a long day and all I wanted was to spend the rest of my evening with my wife, Sonya.
We’ve been married for almost two years now. We had trouble making our own family at the start. The town’s Albularyo (Faith Healer) said her uterus was too low. But, after all that padasal (pray-over sessions) and after all that effort, we are finally having a child.
As I walk back to our cottage, I notice something amiss. The lights aren’t on. I ran inside the house and immediately, I could smell the blood.
“No!” I exclaimed as I ran into our house. My suspicions were validated to my horror. My wife is in front of me, dead, with her stomach open, and my child, missing.