Amanda’s chilling warning echoed in my ears as I drove home, reeling from the realization that I was pregnant and trapped in Scott’s sinister web.
“He wants you to give him a child for his cult,” she said. Her words reverberated in my head, intensifying my fear as I stepped inside. Thankfully, it was quiet, giving me time to think and prepare myself.
When Scott finally arrived, I was ready, my heart pounding. “We need to talk,” I said, looking him in the eye with feigned sadness. “I’m pregnant.”
Scott’s brief joy turned to anger when I showed him the empty vial. “But I decided to terminate the pregnancy and took it right away…”
“What did you do? Everly, this is unforgivable!” Scott shouted, his face flushed red, his hand reaching out as if to strike me. But he turned, grabbed a vase, and lunged at me.
At that moment, the police burst in and arrested him for assault and the murder of his ex-girlfriend. As they handcuffed Scott and led him away, Amanda appeared, and her presence calmed me.
A few moments later, when the officers had finished their work, I was taking care of little Ella, and Amanda sat beside me. Her words brought me peace and tranquility in that confusing moment.
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