06/29/2025
A pregnant inmate was about to give birth. But what the midwife saw on her foot changed everything...😲😲😲...The prison ward was unusually silent that morning. No shouting. No slamming of iron doors. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath outside the narrow window of the infirmary. “Who’s next on the list?” Nurse Claudia asked, flipping through the crumpled appointment sheets.
The midwife, Helena, barely looked up. She had seen too much over the years — too many broken women, too many hopeless births. But this one was different. Something gnawed at her, even before she stepped into the makeshift cell that doubled as a maternity room.
“Inmate 1462,” Claudia said. “Due any day now. They brought her in last month from the east block. No family, no history, no chatter.”
“No chatter?” Helena raised an eyebrow. “That’s rare in here.”
Claudia gave a small shrug. “She barely speaks. Doesn’t look anyone in the eye. Just sits in silence. But you’ll see soon enough.”
The cell door creaked open with the sound of metal grinding against rust. Inside, the woman sat on the edge of a cot, hands folded across her swollen belly, eyes fixed on the floor. Her hair was messy, but her posture was composed — too composed.
Helena approached her slowly, setting down the clean linens and medical bag.
“Hello,” she said softly. “I’m Helena. I’ll be with you until your baby is born. Can I check you now?”
No response. Watch:
