????The Girl Who Was Buried Pregnant (Part 4) The tree groaned. Its bark split open, leaking black sap that sizzled when it touched the ground. From its hollow trunk, whispers seeped—voices of mothers who had died unfinished, trapped between birth and burial. Ifeoma knelt before it, arms outstretched, her body trembling as the vines wrapped around her wrists and ankles, lifting her slowly from the ground like an offering. Above her, the newborns dangled, twitching, writhing. Their mouths moved, but no cries came out—only a deep, low hum that made the bones inside her body rattle. Then she saw it.
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