The Unraveling
The news of Iris's pregnancy and memory loss spread quickly among the men assigned to guard her.
They knew their boss wouldn't be pleased, and fear rippled through the group as they prepared to deliver the news.
In the dimly lit warehouse, one of the men, a burly figure with a scar across his cheek, dialed a number on his burner phone. His hands trembled slightly as he waited for the call to connect. When the line clicked open, he cleared his throat nervously.
."Boss, we've got a situation," he began, his voice shaky. "The girl, Iris… she's pregnant. And she's lost her memory. The doc confirmed it."
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. The silence was deafening, the kind that made a man's skin crawl. When the voice finally came through, it wa
