hard plastic chair
ke a physical blow to her skull. The fluorescent
he double doors. "Isabell
into a small, windowless consultation room that smelled of bleach. "The expedited results ar
aring the flap open. She pulled out the official document and scrolled her e
y of Mater
She snapped a photo of the damning result. Then the paper
r. Zero percent. Her baby was gone. The child she had raised, the child she had loved for
ass doors of the clinic a
t was freezing. The icy drops soaked t
th Avenue. She looked like a ghost. Her hair w
d red. She didn't see i
ch of tires rippe
stopped exactly two in
dirty rainwater soaked into her clothes. She sat there, shiverin
of the Maybach s
yes scanned the pathetic figure on the
ellow glow over the wom
s pupils contracted. The ai
was
jaw. It was the woman from the VIP club. The woman he had
. His expensive leather shoes ste
tantly appeared, holding a mass
ook three long strides and stood o
. Rainwater dripped from her eyela
large, warm hand clamped
kay. He didn't offer to he
is grip yanked her o
ts finally kicked in. She thrashed ag
she screamed, he
t say a word. He dragged her tow
leather-scented backseat. It
he door shut, cutting o
The leather squeaked under his weight. T
owel from a compartment and t
ssing her spine against the opposite door. She pulled her
/1/116243/coverbig.jpg?v=f0a26f67c24248fdfacfff31a875e811&imageMogr2/format/webp)