He Held My Funeral,While I Was Still Alive

My husband was kidnapped. The abductors didn't want ransom. They wanted me to hold my own funeral.

To save him, I did exactly as they asked.

The day the funeral ended, my husband came home.

And my nightmare began.

He came at me like a man possessed, fists and fury, not caring that I was pregnant.

I screamed. I begged. I asked him why.

He said nothing. Just kicked me in the stomach, again and again, until I started bleeding.

I watched, helpless, as my fully formed baby slipped out of me and onto the floor.