The Incubator

It's been months since my husband has allowed me outside the house or to be in contact with anyone besides him or the specialists he has on payroll to ensure a healthy birth for our daughter. I thought this was his excitement for our first child not realizing he had caged me in a prison. Every special moment or a stolen kiss from my memories of us means nothing to me anymore. Now, my only objective is to get us out of this hell hole safely. Because if I don't, I know I won't be able to live to raise my daughter...