AUTHOR'S POV
“No!" Mrs. Sullivan says again, but this time it's louder and filled with horror, and tears immediately pool in her eyes, forcing Lucas to suppress a smile.
“I’m sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “I didn’t enjoy any of what I did. But Channing is my friend. I was only doing what he asked—what he trusted me to do.” Mrs. Sullivan cuts him off. "How many?" she demands, her tone sharp and bitter. “How many babies did you and Channing murder!?”
“Twelve.”
Mrs. Sullivan gasps, a choked sound that barely escapes her throat, and again Lucas can barely hold himself back from bursting into laughter. It was only one time, but he couldn’t resist seeing them crumble. He knows how desperately they must want a grandchild and how this information will make their hearts bleed. He hopes th
