Daisie reached out a trembling hand toward the small window. Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Kendra… Please… Call a doctor… The baby… Save my baby…”
Her voice broke. “I know I’m worthless… But please… Have mercy…”
Kendra stared at the growing pool of blood beneath her and let out a cold laugh.
“Save you? Keep dreaming.”
She slammed the window shut, cutting off Daisie’s desperate gaze and voice, then turned and ran away.
“No… Don’t go… Save my baby!”
Daisie cried with everything she had left, but the basement door was soundproof; no one outside could hear her.
The pain was unbearable; her mind drifted in and out.
Blood kept flowing, spreading across the cold floor.
She could feel it—the tiny life inside her slipping from her little by little.
Her vision dimmed, her body grew heavy, the darkness pulling her under.
Outside the basement, Willard had just returned from work.
He frowned, pausing mid-step. ‘Did I just hear something? A faint sound… coming from the basement?’
“What is it, Willard?”
Kendra walked over quickly, slipping her arm through his with a sweet smile. Her voice was soft and coaxing.