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played on a loop in my head. I lay awake all night, sta

my pale face and my red, swollen eyes. She sigh

ospital bowl and put it into my mouth. It was ta

ack, unbidden, to how

permanent outsider. They provided food, shelt

star hockey player, bathed in the spotlight

g my prince. Looking back now, I realized he just needed a docile,

r, was an angel in public and a demon in p

nto our home, using the excuse that "Kin

e Cordon Bleu in Paris had mysteriously vanished. Later, I saw Kinley in a local

y home. Keenan's eyes always followed Kinle

t I was pregnant. "Anya, Kinley is pregnant with my child," he'd said. "We need

ed, naively believing that a c

a j

aby in my arms, the other s

grow up in a loveless

I had to ge

rs. Knight, the head of obstetrics,

y only visited VIPs or patients with specia

e coat entered. He was around fifty, with gold-rim

Julian

Mrs. Knight. How are you feeling?" His voice was wa

r. Sinclair," I replied

d his eyes instantly softened, a flicker of emot

ng at my son and daughter with

ey look like you." His eyes returned to m

ble under his scrutiny and

ed to lighten the mood by smiling and telling me that the person who s

uddenly

We had never seen him act like t

he walked to my bedside and aske

nfused b

gical parents. Do they have any pa

e in my mouth. "I don't know.

ited when he heard this answer. "An

the Rh-negative factor. The

and into a fist. He adjusted his gl

ould the Head of Obstetrics be so inte

someone else through me, and murmur

wildered. "Doctor,

reassuring smile. "No, nothing. Just confirming so

rd, his pace much quicker

ck. Something wasn't right, but I couldn't put my finger on what

notice of family consent, ess

oreboding se