Her eyes were widened open under the dark of the night. Dark was putting ointment on her fear, providing her demanding loneliness. Her stressful days didn't allow her to close her eyes in peace. His confession was nagging her.
' He loves me. '
Was it true? She was putting the question to herself again and again. Tension for her family was hovering over her brain. Her little mistake, Atkinson would kill them all, the unborn child too. Could he be heartless, crude to kill a baby. Her knees were tightly hugging her, wrapping her arms around her. She was staring at the lamp light which was lightening the room. She never allowed dark to be a part of her night. Unwanted thing was caressing her pain. Her fear was driving her crazy. Would it kill her? Would he kill her if she would
