She felt her heart being torn apart. In her desperation, she fought to break free.
Kendra watched Daisie’s agony with a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
“See? Even your mother can’t stand the sight of you. She doesn’t want you here. She hates you, Daisie.”
Doctors and nurses rushed in, but despite their efforts, it was too late.
Her mother was gone.
Kendra gestured to the guards. “Take her away.”
“No! I’m not leaving! Mom! Mom!” Daisie shrieked.
Her nails raked the guards’ arms until blood streaked down, but they still dragged her off, shoving her back into the car and dumping her again in the dark, damp basement.
Suddenly, warm liquid soaked through her pants and the blanket beneath her.
What came next was a stabbing pain that ripped through her abdomen.
“No… No! The baby… My baby…”
She curled over, clutching her belly, her face drained of color.
At the door, Kendra froze as she noticed the spreading pool of blood beneath Daisie.
Questions flooded Kendra’s head. ‘Her baby? Daisie’s pregnant? She’s carrying Willard’s child?’
For a split second, panic flickered across her face. But then, it quickly hardened into resolve.
‘I won’t allow this baby to live!’ she swore.
“Help… Help me…”