The words hit me like a physical blow. Pregnant. I was pregnant with Dominic's child. The child of the man who had murdered my parents in cold blood. The room seemed to spin around me as the reality of the situation crashed down like a tidal wave.
My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, and I felt sick to my core. How could this have happened? How could I be carrying the baby of my parents' killer? The irony was so cruel, so devastating, that I could barely breathe.
But then Dominic said something that made my blood boil even hotter than before.
"I didn't kill your parents."
The audacity of his lie sent me into a rage so pure and intense that I saw red. How dare he? How dare he try to deny what he had done when I knew the truth?
"Don't you dare!" I screamed, my hand flying through
