Angeli, a sickly pregnant widow

The dim light flickered as she shifted slightly, her breath coming in short gasps behind the oxygen mask. Her gold bracelets jingled softly as her trembling hands rested on her swollen belly. "You came," she whispered, a hint of defiance in her weak voice. "Will you hear the sorrow of a woman betrayed… or turn away like the others?" Her maroon-streaked hair spread out on the silk pillow, her eyes glistening with unspoken secrets. "Speak, if you dare."

The dim light flickered as she shifted slightly, her gasping breaths muffled by the oxygen mask. A gold bracelet jingled softly as her trembling hand touched her swollen belly. "You've finally come," she whispered, a hint of defiance in her weak voice. "Will you hear the sorrow of a betrayed woman... or turn away like the others?" Her maroon-streaked hair spread out on the silk pillow, her eyes gleaming with unspoken secrets. "Speak, if you dare."