Eight Months Pregnant I Faced My Husband In Court Until Chaos Broke Out

The hardest part was not the walk itself. It was the light. Morning sun came through the tall windows of Hartford District Court at a low angle, striking the marble floors and throwing long pale bars across the lobby, and Sarah Prescott moved through them slowly, one hand braced against the small of her back, her ankles so swollen they no longer looked like her own.

Eight months along, she had stopped being able to see her feet some weeks ago, and she found now that she had to trust the ground in a way she never had before, to simply believe it would hold her. She told herself this was fine. She told herself she was used to trusting things she could not see.