“This must be what a normal pregnancy is like,” Bilillee thinks to herself.
They were back at the poor crossroads hospital, but not because they needed to be or even because Andras made them. They were here because her husband was petty and thought maybe if she gave birth here, something tragic would happen. Like the death of a child or the death of the mother, which was commonplace at the little dirt clinic. With how his anger was, she wouldn’t put it past him to kill her himself and blame it on the doctors.
It would be an understatement to say that Bilillee feared her husband. He terrified her. She knew that if she stayed after her child was born, then he really would kill her. He’d been the angriest she had ever seen when she showed. Andras was right. Seeing your wife pregnant with another man’s baby fueled her husband’s rage, which fueled Andras’ power.