The days blurred together after the boat incident.
Daddy’s control had become quieter, but heavier. He no longer needed to raise his voice or use force. A simple look, a gentle touch on my collar, or a soft reminder of “our rules” was enough to make me obey.
I spent most of my time in the nursery now, folding tiny clothes and staring at the crib. My belly had grown noticeably rounder, and every kick from the baby reminded me of the irreversible choice I had made that night.
Daddy found me there again, sitting in the rocking chair with my hands on my stomach.
“You look beautiful like this,” he said softly, leaning against the doorframe. “Carrying my child. Preparing our home.”
I looked up at him, exhausted.
“I feel trapped, Daddy,” I admitted. “Not just on the island… but in my own he
