"Angel... what about her child?" Sophia's voice trembled as she exhaled, her breath barely escaping her lips.
She stared at him, searching his expression, desperate for an answer.
But in that moment, she realized something chilling—she was terrified of the words that would come next. A deep, unshakable fear settled in her chest, wrapping around her like an iron chain. Still, she forced herself to continue.
"What did you do to her?" Her voice was sharper now, laced with barely restrained fury. "I know you, Arthur. You wouldn't just let her go. You wouldn't let her have that child. After all, you never let me have mine."
Her last words cut through the space between them like a blade, each syllable coated in venomous pain.
Her body tensed, her fingers curling into trembling fists. A suffocating weight pressed against her chest, and for a split second, she felt like she might collapse under the storm of emotions raging inside her.
