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my own belly. Would he love my child as
much as he would hers? This child we
created together. I place a hand on my
stomach.
“You did this?” he hisses, closing
the distance between us. He grips my
wrist.
“You’re hurting me,” I squeal.
"You'll never be her," He taunts.
He's irrational, and I know I should get
away from him. For me, and this child.
