I curled up, clutching my stomach, rolling on the icy floor, my face drained of color.
In his rage, David didn't notice anything amiss; his foot pressed down hard on my abdomen.
"Ada, you've lost your mind. Just a couple of days ago, your mom sneaked in and switched Freya's medication, and now you're telling me she's dead? If you're going to lie, at least make it a believable one."
Freya chimed in, her expression disapproving as she looked at me. "Ada, even if my period is over, the doctor said that medication helps ease the pain during that time. And even if you don't want your mom to hand it over, you shouldn't be cursing her like this."
Cursing? If only it were that simple—it would at least prove she was still alive.
I forced a pale smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "I told you, my mom is dead. She didn't steal the medication. If you don't believe me, go ahead and ask her yourself—if you can find her down there."
"You're asking for it!"
My words sent David into a fury.
He kicked me several more times, each blow aimed precisely at my belly.
I was only two months pregnant, and the jabs were enough to send a hot rush flooding out from beneath me.