Kendrick
The morning air was still, heavy with the scent of rain that had fallen in the early hours. I sat in the gazebo, its wooden structure offering little solace for the storm brewing in my mind. My fingers tapped restlessly against the armrest of the bench as I replayed Kimberly’s words from last night.
Had I heard her correctly? Or was my mind playing tricks on me?
Her plea to Helen, muffled but unmistakable, echoed in my head: something to prevent his pups from coming to life.
The phrase had struck me like a thunderbolt. At first, I’d thought it was absurd, too preposterous to entertain. Kimberly was mine, her body and her future tied irrevocably to me. Why would she want to prevent the natural course of things? Unless…
A cold wave of realization hit me, one that I refused to
