YUSRA

I stared out of the window, rubbing my fingers together as I let the anxiousness settle deep into my bones. I could still hear his mother's plea through the sealed door from my sperm donor's bedroom and the repeated knocking of his father from the basement even though it's been hours. It had not been loud, just the faint sound which ticks in my head like a moving clock and no matter how hard I try to scratch it away, it just drills deeper.