Disaster struck.Amy lay sprawled across the cold floor, her complexion draining to an ashen hue, her lips pale.
Beneath her, a pool of blood began to spread in a grotesque bloom.
The shocking crimson rendered my mind utterly blank—Amy was utterly mad! She'd surely lost every shred of sanity.
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.
On the floor, Amy writhed, curling into herself. Her weak moans pierced the air.
"My child! Can someone help me? Please, save my child!"
Even as her words reached me, the stiffness in my limbs rendered me a lifeless statue.
How was I supposed to respond? What could possibly be done?
Only when I forcibly tore my gaze from the red stain and sou
