My family locked me in the basement to give birth. Days later, they returned to find a dark red liquid seeping from the door. As my mother screamed, a voice whispered behind her, “Looking for me?”

I had no knowledge of the basement. I am so sorry.”

“Your apologies are entirely bankrupt, David,” I said, stepping around the coffee table. “And they do not magically resurrect the woman you married. You all wagered my life, and the life of this baby, for your convenience.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket. I didn’t dial the authorities. The sight continue reading …