The man hadn’t expected anyone else to arrive. Panic flashed across his face. Without wasting another second, he scrambled to his feet and bolted.
The delivery boy was my last lifeline, the only help I could turn to after Daniel refused to believe me. The hour before had been a nightmare. I had called Daniel the moment my water broke, pleading with him to come home. But instead of rushing to my side, he accused me of lying. Jealousy, he said. He thought I was pretending, just to get him away from Sophia.
When the intruder broke in, I had no choice but to lock myself in the closet, shaking with fear, as I called Daniel again and again. His response chilled me to the bone, each word cutting deeper than the psychopath’s blade.
"Amelia," he scoffed when he finally picked up, "how many tricks are you going to pull? First, you say your water broke, then someone’s trying to kill you? What’s next? Are you going to tell me you’re dead?"
I couldn’t breathe. The man outside the closet door was banging violently, his voice filled with vile threats. My body was in agony, contractions intensifying, blood trickling down my legs. But all Daniel cared about was Sophia.