I lost the baby, I lost the baby, I lost the baby.
That's all you have to tell him, Tasha. Just look him in the eyes and lie to him. It doesn't matter that it'll break your heart to lie to him. It doesn't matter that it'll break your heart when you have to find a way to escape. It doesn't matter that he's treated you like you're made of spun glass and he can't seem to tear his eyes away. And oh, that look in his eyes. She'd waited years to see that look.
We can't trust him, she thought, placing her hand over her belly.
She pulled her knees up against her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs and leaned against the headboard. She watched David intently while he prepared for work. He was sitting on the end of the bed, wearing fine black trousers that fit him perfectly. It looked like
