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I should have made a lunge.
Should have slapped her.
Screamed.
I finished something.
But I didn't.
I just stared at Rachel and her large pregnancy, her bare feet on the stone floor, and the ghost of smugness in her eyes.
She did not seem shocked to see us. She seems to have been waiting.
"Are you planning to kill me?" She asked, her lips curving slightly.
"That would be very dramatic.""No," I responded flatly.
"That would be kind." She stepped back. I did not want to go in, but Damian insisted, and I followed. The home was dim and silent, resembling a convent but with medical-grade sterility. It felt more like a lab than a home.
Who is the father? I inquired.
Rachel did not make eye contact with me.
"You know already."
"Do you mean the monster
