Her Stolen Art, His Broken Promises

breathing even. I didn't want them to know I was awake. I did

l Chloe's expensive perfume, a cloying

asked, her voice a little t

out at the city lights. His first concern wasn't for me, but for the view. "The galler

gallery. The one built on m

d for the first time, there was a genuine tremor of fear in her voice. "H

ment. I could imagine th

makes the 'random mugging' story harder to contr

, the woman I love is seriously hurt.

bled a lot. Mark had dropped everything, rushing over with a first-aid kit. He had knelt before me, cleaning the wound with such ge

st another one of my creations, a fantasy I'd painted ove

word. It was all part of his long game, a way to gain my trust so he could steal my most val

, after they had left. He had my chart i

lse we need to discuss. The attack... it caused signi

ing the words h

ncy hysterectomy to stop the

ll have said m

I whispered, though I a

' s sad ey

able to carry a child,

sound. It was the sound of my life continuing, a life now permanently

ey hadn't just stolen my baby. The