Part 2- Clara
It had been a warm summer evening for that region, so Clara had left the front door open. Clearly visible from the sidewalk directly outside the house, her body lay motionless in the hallway leading to the kitchen. The neighboring couple, out on a late night stroll, noticed and immediately ran to the door to see if she was ok. Noticing that she was not responsive, they called for an ambulance.
As they approached Clara, they found her dress soaked in blood and felt her slow pulse. The ambulance arrive within 7 minutes, and carefully laid her body on the stretcher. By the time the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Clara was dead. The staff didn’t spare a moment to attempt to save the unborn child. In a matter of seconds they were cutting her abdomen open to retrieve the child, hoping Clara was close to full term, and proceeded with the operation. By all appearances the baby was at least 34 weeks old – old enough to survive on its own (this was a lucky little boy).
Noah and Carmen
Noah and Carmen had just graduated from the university and found work in the college town. The two of them met in their freshman year and fell in love, getting married a year later. Their parents promised to help them with their first home purchase once graduating, so they found their cozy dream cottage at 3601 Delaney Street. Noah was applying to get into medical school while working for the town medical office. Carmen wanted to pursue something more ambitious, knowing her chances of having children were gone. She decided to use her architectural degree to start a home business helping new homeowners redecorate. She loved taking walks and admiring the surrounding architecture of this early 1900 town. She imagined one day owning a Victorian style home with six bedrooms to fill with the children she would never bear. It was okay to dream. Noah promised that as a doctor he’d find a way for them to conceive, but that if it never happened he would fill her life with happiness. He always told her “everything happens for a reason”
One night after having dinner in the oldest diner in the square, Noah and Carmen strolled through the avenue, now lined with upgraded modern storefronts. Shiny glass windows and artsy signs were the backdrop to patio diners under heat lamps. The restaurants boasted entrees in fusion fashion, catering to the yuppie students of the university.
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