CSI OLD SCHOOL
WHEN I ENTERED THE UNNATURALLY SILENT APARTMENT, IFOUND THE SUITCASE EXACTLY WHERE SHE TOLD ME IT WOULD BE.
Although I thought that I had sufficiently prepared myself for the recovery of what I expected to be a deceased infant, I cannot explain the visceral emotions that surfaced within me as I first located the suitcase, and then gently removed it from its hiding place in the closet. I found myself picking it up with extra care, not wanting to further disturb or damage its fragile contents. I carefully placed it on the nearby bed, and then opened the latches to slowly expose the small, beautifully formed but lifeless human being inside—all the while secretly hoping for a miracle. But my miracle was not to be. The umbilical cord was, indeed, wrapped around its little neck so tightly that it took every bit of restraint I could muster not to pull it free. There was no doubt that the child was deceased. Professionally, I knew that I could not disturb its condition, any more than was absolutely necessary, prior to the pathologist’s autopsy. One life was already lost, but the future of the mother still hung in the balance.