When the biological clock starts tickin’, your time’s up.
If God floated down and said she’d be going straight to Hell, Maria wouldn’t have been nearly as upset as she’d been by that one word.
She tried fostering.
“We’re sorry. Single parent homes just aren’t the ideal environment.”
Her body, her mind, her whole life ached for company to watch over. Then it hit her.
God didn’t want her to have kids. Maybe somebody else had a solution.
She rifled through tomes, spoke dead words in dead hours, and finally opened the door into herself.
Maria stared the world down with obsidian eyes.
She’d never be alone again.