Um excuse me can anyone help me i need help ASAP
Read the passage.

From “The Story of an Hour” She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought. There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it?
What was coming to Mrs. Mallard?

detachment

pain

freedom

suffering