Disaster struck.
Amy lay sprawled across the cold floor, her complexion draining to an ashen hue, her lips pale as though life itself had fled from them. Beneath her, a pool of blood began to spread in a grotesque bloom, vibrant and visceral. The shocking crimson rendered my mind utterly blank—Amy was utterly mad! She had surely lost every shred of sanity she once possessed.
For Daniel, to entrap me, she even sacrificed her own child?
A precious, unborn life?
The realization struck me like a blow, leaving me frozen in place, paralyzed by the gravity of the moment.
On the floor, Amy writhed, curling into herself as if to stave off the encroaching pain. Her weak moans pierced the air, full of anguish and despair.
"My child! Can someone help me? Please, save my child!"
Even as her word
