On this one long, blessed night we refused to worry, allowing only hopes and dreams for the future of the human race, held in the miniscule hands of these newborns.
Nausea and panic rose in my throat. I had killed a man.
I felt like I was living two lives. One in the present and one in the past.
The poker fell from my trembling hands as my entire body shook with reaction. I fell to my knees, pressed my hands to my face and began to sob. What had I done?