The money was tucked in a secret pocket she had sewn into her waistband.
She pretended it wasn't there especially when she heard that Shreya had died. Her hands had guided all of her difficult babies into the world. She had been the one to convince her to be done with birth. "We'll both get paid and you'll never worry again." Shreya had agreed. Now it was done. She was not responsible for the incompetence of doctors. No.
. She had saved Shreya with every childbirth. She would have died having another. It was never about the money. No. Never.