Chapter thirty-nine

_ I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Luna, but the results are clear. You are infertile.

The gynecologist's announcement put an end to Ndeye and Moha's doubts, which had become much more persistent since their meeting with the council of elders three days ago. Moha had tried hard to restore Ndeye's confidence, but she finally believed him. This left her devastated. One of the most horrible things that could happen to a woman was to be deprived of the ability to procreate, and she was now tasting the pain it was causing.

Why her?

Why deprive her of the happiness of holding her baby?

Why did it have to happen to her, the supreme Luna?

Couldn't she have been an ordinary human or anything else?

Without warning, she calmly, far too calmly, got up to leave the office of the world's greatest gynecologist, followed immediately by Mohamed.

_ I want to go to another doctor, another gynecologist, she told him as soon as he reached her.

_ But..., Moha tried.

_ Please.