“I’m… I'm fine,” she said weakly, playing her part so well. “Please… check on Rosie.”
He didn’t move. He just looked at me like he’d only now noticed there was someone else on the floor.
And then Loriana went limp in his arms.
“Lory!” he shouted. Panic in his voice. Real panic.
He picked her up like she was made of glass and ran out the door, calling for the driver. He didn’t even look back.
Didn’t even see the blood still dripping from me.
I lay there, the world spinning, and the last thing I saw before everything went dark was the fridge door, still open and inside, a small white box. I smiled bitterly.
....
When I woke up, everything was bright and cold. White walls. The sound of machines.
A doctor was standing over me, checking something on a clipboard.
Dominic was there too, standing by the bed. He spoke first. “How’s the baby?” His voice shook just a little.
The doctor blinked, confused. “The baby?” He looked up, his eyes flicking between us. “Mr. Faviano… the pregnancy was already termi—”
“W-water… water.”
The moment I woke up, my throat was dry and my chest felt like someone had dropped a stone inside it.
“Rosie!”