The documents arrived a few days later, lines of sterile language and codes. She scrolled eagerly, searching for any mention of a second incision. But there was nothing. Just the neat description of her C-section, the routine notes of anesthesia and closure. No trace of the mark carved into her skin.
Frustration tightened her chest. She reread the files again, convinced she had missed something. But the language never changed. Her “lower transverse incision” was clean and uncomplicated. The records insisted her body told one story, yet the mirror showed another. She felt trapped between two conflicting truths.