“I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work.”
“What’s that?” I snipped.
“You believe that if you can provoke me enough, I’ll hurt you and cause you to miscarry. Do you really think I’m that simple?”
“Why do you want this child? I mean, truthfully?” I couldn’t break through to get the answer on my own. “Is this just another experiment to you?”
“Life is an experiment. Aren’t you the tiniest bit curious as to how she’ll be? What brilliant gifts she’ll possess?” He spoke with great enthusiasm at the very thought.
“Or what monstrous qualities she might inherit. Or the emotional scars of an incestuous bloodline.”
“Honestly, you are such a pessimist.”
“And what happens when she gets older? Old enough to have children of her own?”
“She’s my daughter, for god’s sake. I’d never touch
