The drive was silent, carrying two women to home. A small one sleeping in the special seat behind, and a large one, staring into the distance.
Near evening, the little baby had begun to mourn, hungry. Samuel affectionately lifted her, for be sure that she needed everything except milk. He sighed to himself. He hated having to come to that instance to face, alone, Edna with her daughter.
He slowly approached the bed, where his wife was lying, looking at nothing.
- Edy...- He sat with the baby on his neck, crying- Kaly is hungry... ¿Can you breastfeed her?
Shaareim removed a breast almost mechanically, without looking. Torn apart by this indifference, he placed her gently in the place, seeing that the child quickly began to suck. He stroked her daughter, hearing that Edna began to mourn, softly, eyes averted.
- Sweetie…- He caressed her arm- It's okay… Cries all what you need... You'll be fine...
And he stood by her side, trying to give love to both, of how differently each one needed.
The days passed, difficultly to Samuel. Edna had not articulated a Word since she had her daughter, beyond all that he could ask or say.
The baby sometimes woke in the night, crying, for clean diapers or milk, what he always got up from the bed, attended her with all the love in the world, is seeing that his wife beginning to mourn barely that happened.
The woman ate for necessity, and because Drake had dedicated to bringing her food whenever needed. She only got up from bed to do her needs or bathe with an abnormal slowness.
The rest of the time was sleeping or crying where she was found.
Luckily Kalisha was fine, strong, lively, with her big brown eyes staring, laughing, or holding one of his fingers as she heard her father tell a thousand stories. And obviously she knew who her mother was. Sometimes it happened Kaly began to mourn and she would not stop until being with Edna. Even if she did nothing, her mother calm her.
Edna had awakened. Kalisha, with just one month old, was newly attended, asleep in her crib, and Samuel, tired, sleeping soundly in the bed. And yet for Edna, her world had gone. She looked at her husband, feeling shame and guilt to herself and love for the man. She approached the baby, looked at her, trying to feel something, even the slightest bit of love, but nothing happened. She felt absolutely nothing, except the horror of knowing exactly that.
She walked softly, but plodding, down the stairs, into the kitchen. She could not believe the kind of callous monster she was. She hated herself, with a force that had ever experienced.
She reached for a glass, but her fingers continued long, until a knife. Her brain had gone in a single black cloud who moved her arm to take the sharp object.
She climbed the stairs, slowly. She stopped beside the crib, gun in hand, looking at her daughter. Nothing yet.
She walked to the bathroom, slowly sitting next to the tub. She took the phone from her pocket and slowly she began to write a note, almost like being lost in the immensity.
"I'm so sorry, Samuel. I can not let this continues. You're living for you, for Kalisha and me, at the same time, and I do nothing but ruin the life you so longed waited. It was my mistake, sorry, I did not know. I did not know that I would become in this unfeeling monster. I did not know I could not love our daughter. And I'm scared. I'm afraid that this hatred that I have against myself, fall into two of you. I do not want to hurt Kalisha, much less to you. You deserve to move on without the weight of a soul like mine, deserve to find someone who can give her, what I can not. And I do not deserve anything more that the suffering I suffer. It was my fault, and I want to fix it. I want to break you free from this prison, I want to stop being a burden to you. I deeply love you. And I regret it with all my heart. Forever Yours. Edna".
Shaareim left the apparatus on the toilet seat, in sight. She went up the sleeve of her left arm, leaving all exposed skin. And as she tucked her arm in the empty tub, nailed the sharp blade on her wrist, and up about five centimeters across her skin.
She felt the pain and saw the tub slowly stained crimson. She put the knife gently on the floor, quietly, and she leaned against the wall, closing his eyes, waiting.
Finally felt relief. The relief of knowing that she leave be the biggest shit of their world. At last her husband would be free. At last her daughter would be loved
The relief also lulled her slightly. At last she could sleep.
A minute later, Kalisha began to cry. It was as if the baby had intuited that something was totally wrong, as if she knew that her mother it would go forever. She cried loudly, until Samuel woke up.
- I'm going…- He muttered, standing up, watching the time- I'm coming Kaly...
He rubbed his eyes, walking to her crib, gently lifting her up, sleepy.
- ¿What's up, beautiful?- He whispered, reviewing her- You ate half an hour ago... You are clean... ¿What's up? ¿Mmmm? ¿Do you miss daddy?
Kalisha cried a little less, but anyway she was uneasy.
- Ok... Ok...- He cradled her gently, kissing her- ¿Do you miss Mom? ¿You want to see Mommy? ¿Are we going to look her?
Samuel walked downstairs, looking for her, without giving her. That seemed strange. If Edna was not in the bed, should be in the living room. He look out, saw that the doors were locked. Something warned. His intuition. And his baby did not seem quite calm.
He climbed the stairs, leaving the little in her cradle, and he walked to the bathroom, whose light was off. He just lit automatically entered. His heart stopped and for a second, he froze, seeing her next to the tub.
- Oh God…
He knelt beside her, look at the blood in the tub falling down the drain. He held tightly her wound with one of his hands, shaking.
- Edy... Edy... Oh my God… Edy awake... No... No...- He began to cry, shaking her- ¡Edy! ¡Edna! ¡My God! ¡Awake! ¡Please Edna! ¡Do not do this to me!
- Let… me... Sam- She murmured, for the first time in a month.
- ¡Edy! ¿¡What did you do!? ¡Hold on a bit! ¡I'll take you to the hospital! You… You'll be fine... you see...
- No…- She tried to pull him- Let me... You dirty... the floor...
- ¿What are you talking about? ¡Edy!- He took her slightly pale face, with his free hand- I'll get up...
- Go away…- Edna attempt to place her arm back in the tub- I... need...
- ¡You're dying! ¡Edna!
- I know... You will be... free...
- ¡No!- He took a towel with which he wrapped her wound- ¡No!
- Kaly deserves... one... true... mother...
Drake ignored her completely. Possessed by despair, his mind was in automatic mode. He did not know how rise her, as placed her in the car, or that path took the hospital. Hardly he reacted intelligently to say she had cut cooking, and not announce that his wife had attempted suicide. While they are attending her, as a machine, he send a message to his brother with the simplest words in the world "I'm in the hospital. Edna was cut". And then he sat, in the waiting room, shocked, staring at the floor with static eyes, almost afraid to breathe, in a fog where no thought going through his mind.
At some point, he felt a hand on his back. He looked at his side, the eyes of Nathan. Automatically he began to cry loudly, practically snuggling into his brother's chest, grabbing his arm. Hardly he knew that he spoke, but he did not know what. His own tears stunned him. Nate hugged him, and he did something he did not remember having done with him: Kiss his head.
With the minutes he began to calm down a bit, breathing, wiping his face, up a little.
Elena approached him, holding out something. With his eyes full of tears he could hardly realize it was Kaly. Fisher had brought his daughter, only God knew when.
Samuel hugged his child, crying some more, with the rest of his little family on both sides.