"Why bring her up? If it weren’t for her, my father wouldn't...." He stopped with a frown. "You should get some rest, it's late already."
"But I'm scared…." Yve whined.
"Don't be," he soothed. "I'll stay here until you fall asleep before leaving."
I was floating in the air, watching my husband whisper by Yve's bed, his voice gentle and soothing. His eyes held a tenderness I had never known before.
A picture of porcelain perfection, they seemed sculpted for each other.
A knife twisted in my gut, a hurtful realization shattering my world. I had always been the outsider.
But Jayden, my dear husband… the woman you were so worried about... was not the angel you think she was.
Part 5
The next day, Jayden and an officer visited obstetrics and gynecology departments at large hospitals in the city. They searched for pregnant women matching the age of the victim and the fetus, hoping to find anything unusual.
By the time they reached the second-largest hospital in the city, it was almost evening. My husband flipped through the maternity records, comparing information to see if anything matched, searching for clues.