“Addison, don’t be afraid. We’ll have a beautiful child. He’ll carry your eyes, my nose, and mouth. When the time comes, we’ll love him twice as much, to make up for every regret.”
Javon passed me a glass of milk. As he shifted, I saw him slip something into it.
Then he held me close, murmuring softly, his gaze brimming with false tenderness.
I knew in my heart that this was nothing but the mask he wore to deceive me.
“Must I drink it… can I refuse?”
Javon, you had already murdered seven of my children. Now, you wanted to take from me even the last right of being a mother.
He did not waver. With a gentle pat on my head, he smiled as though in doting care.
“You’re such a grown woman, yet still acting like a child. If you refuse the surgery, how can your body recover? Do you want your husband to be worried sick?”
“Come, let me feed you.”
He held the milk to my lips, forcing it upon me without room for resistance.
I shut my eyes tightly, feeling as though I swallowed not milk, but knives laced with thorns.
My consciousness slipped away. In the fog of my fading sight, I saw the doctor who had conspired with Javon step in.
“Let’s proceed with the surgery now. Also…”