Something loosened behind Darrell's eyes. Relief, settling into satisfaction.
He tucked the blanket around me, gave me one last gentle smile, and left.
The second the door clicked shut, I dug the pill out from under my tongue and wrapped it in a tissue.
Whatever this was, Darrell, I would make you taste it a thousand times over.
"Darrell..."
A woman's coy, whining voice drifted through the door, pulling me from my thoughts.
"I feel like you're distracted this time. Did something happen? Don't tell me you went soft and you're actually going to let that old hag have the baby."
"Don't worry, Becca." Darrell's voice was low, soothing, dripping with tenderness. It seeped through the crack in the door. "You're the only one I've ever loved. Why would I let her keep it?"
"It won't be much longer now. She's almost bled dry. I've cleaned up the company, moved everything over. Once she loses this baby, I'll use her inability to carry a child as grounds for the divorce. Then I'll take you, and we'll disappear."
"Darrell, you've sacrificed so much. For me and our son, you kept up the act for eight years. You even lost two fingers..."