Am I still asleep? Am I passed out on the side of the road?
Maybe no one came to help me deliver Lukas after all. Maybe I passed out from the pain and now I’m hallucinating all this craziness.
“Where is Dima?” The man pulls my arm roughly, jostling Lukas.
I cry out. “Please, stop! Don’t hurt my baby. Please.”
The man drops my arm. “I’m not going to hurt your fuckin’ baby. But you, little princess, are another story. Cooperate and tell us where Dima ran off to. Then we’ll let you go.”
I huff in frustration and stare at the man, hoping he’ll see the truth in my eyes. “I don’t know who Dima is and I have no idea—”
Before I can get the rest of the words out, a hand cracks across my face.
The man moved so quickly I didn’t even see the hit coming. But I certainly felt it.
I recoil from t
