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the time flashed into Secret’s head. Secret had cried out to God and prayed that her baby be spared of the generational curse. She didn’t want her baby to have to live the same life she had lived. To suffer some of the things she’d suffered in her lifetime. She didn’t want her baby to have to live in the streets of Flint, Michigan, raised by those streets that had their own twisted way of nurturing kids. Her baby could not live that way.
    A wave of heat followed by a freezing chill flushed through Secret’s body. Had God actually answered her prayers in a way she’d never meant for them to be answered? Since she didn’t want her baby to have to live this way or that, had God decided to take care of that by not allowing her baby to live at all?
    â€œAhhhhh!” The cry of agony at the mere thought of her baby left dead back in the delivery room in the arms of a stranger, a nurse, had no problem escaping Secret’s throat.
    â€œIt’s okay, baby,” the comforting nurse consoled Secret again. “We’re almost there.”
    The elevator doors closed. The whirlwind of a ride Secret was on was becoming harder and harder to withstand. Dizzy. Faint. She just wanted to close her eyes and let her body rest. But she couldn’t rest, not until she knew the state of her baby. Then after that, God’s will be done as far as her life was concerned.
    â€œHey, I know her.” A team of nurses had been waiting at the elevator bank for the arrival of Secret. Apparently one had recognized Secret’s face.
    The nurses on the second floor immediately took over and relieved the nurse from the ER. The nurse who had been consoling Secret relayed Secret’s situation for their own confirmation to the nurses. She then watched Secret be wheeled away, getting back on the elevator along with the assistants, returning to their assigned units.
    â€œWhat’s happening?” Secret moaned.
    â€œYes, honey, what did you say?” One of the nurses leaned down, placing her ear as close to Secret’s mouth as she could while at the same time keeping up with the moving bed.
    Secret couldn’t repeat her words. It had taken more strength than she’d had to get them out the first time. She just shook her head as tears seeped out of the corners of her eyes, creating wet spots on the sheet beneath her.
    The nurse stood after a few seconds of Secret not responding. She looked down at her and saw the tears. “Don’t worry, Li’l Muffin, it’s going to be all right. Just . . .” The nurse’s words trailed off, from both her mouth and Secret’s ears.
    Secret had heard that nickname before. She’d heard that exact same voice calling her by that name before. Was she going crazy? Was she losing it? Was her mind going back in time, as if her life was flashing before her eyes?
    â€œI know her,” the nurse said, the sound of her scrubs brushing together as if they were about to start a fire. That’s how fast her petite legs were moving in order to keep up with the hospital aides who were wheeling the bed. Standing only five feet and three inches tall, it wasn’t as easy of a feat as one might think.
    No one acknowledged the nurse’s comment for yet a second time, as they wheeled Secret into the operation room where another doctor and two more nurses waited with faces masked and hands gloved. There was some mumbo jumbo, from what Secret could hear, among all the voices in the room. Whether the nurse knew or simply thought she knew who Secret was, was no longer relevant. There was a life that needed to be saved. As far as Secret knew, two lives.
    There was a prick in Secret’s arm. Within seconds, no matter how hard she tried, she could not get her eyes to open. The lights were out. She was in the dark. The voices faded. She was clueless as to what was going on. Was she falling asleep, or was she dying? She didn’t want to do either