But I had never imagined they could do something like this.
Not now.
Not while she was carrying their baby.
When I arrived at the scene, flashing police lights cut through the darkness.
Chloe was curled up on the wet concrete at an isolated bus stop, both hands wrapped protectively around her pregnant belly.
“Chloe!”I dropped into the mud beside her.
Her face was swollen and covered in deep purple-black bruises.She was shaking uncontrollably, completely drenched in a thin silk nightgown.
“It’s Mom, baby,” I sobbed, terrified to touch her badly injured body.“Tell me who did this.”
She coughed blood and grabbed my wrist with what little strength she had left, as though it were the only thing keeping her connected to life.
“The silver…” she whispered.“I didn’t polish it properly…
Evelyn held me down by my hair…
Garrett used the golf club…
I told them the baby was hurting…
