and gone. The bleeding had stopped. The famil

e conversation from outside his study

s my pr

must be th

mpeti

like a violation. I had been living in a carefully constructed lie, a beautiful prison he had built around me. I had been so

tly peeled apple, sliced into neat sections. He sat on the

murmur. "I know how much this hurts. But we can't

t measured the abortifacients, that calmly discussed terminating my pregna

head. "I'm

e the tea. The same

d, his tone gentle. "You need to get

s my executioner. He was offering me poison with a smile. M

ink I can,"

put the mug into my hands and then his fingers wrapped around mine, holding

e said softly. "It's

I raised the mug to my lips. I drank it all down. It felt like I was swallowing glas

rembling hands. He used his thu

ing in to kiss my forehead. "We'll g

amber where my heart used to be.