His voice carried a gentle coaxing tone, but his grip on my hand was firm.
He was afraid I would run. I didn't respond and turned my head to look out the car window.
When I left, the flowers outside were still blooming.
Today, they were all wilted.
They were flowers I had planted, one by one, during those long, dull days.
Now, not a single one remained, just like the outcome between Aaron and me.
I can only admit defeat.
"Once the baby is born, we can plant new ones together."
Aaron gently stroked my head, trying to show his care for me.
But I wouldn't live long enough to give birth.
And I wouldn't be keeping this child either.
That night, Aaron lay beside me, just like before.
He reached out to touch me, and I moved away.
But he was still overbearing and pulled me into his arms.
"Amanda, I've arranged for a tracker. This way, we'll always know where the other is."
After saying this, he remained silent, only tightening his hold on me.
A tracker—something embedded under the skin. Aaron was serious this time; he was determined to keep me tied to him.
Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, and his breathing grew heavier. It seemed like he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.