that?" Kason sneered. "Using a baby t

to respond. The cramping in h

ip hard and unforgiving, a

t's

the apartment and sh

he city streets, a sil

a halt in front of

d into the brightly lit reception area.

iliation streaming down her face. "No," she gasped.

A gastroenterologist? Is that your new excuse?

s whisper. "I'm not letting you hurt Da

evere stomach problems. St

patiently brew her ginger tea, to sit wi

a's lies that he couldn't see

on room, the door closing behind

e, a sense of relief washing over hi

"That poor girl. He just dragged her in

has a girlfriend on the side and is ju

lf off the wall and walked over to t

ry procedure has risks. Especially when it's forced on some

er Kason. His body fel

was a cha

face, pale and

elt suspiciously like pain

her. A small, sad girl with big eyes

smile, how it coul

his, how she would look to

ught, one he had buried deep, surfaced: he had wanted t

as he

he examination ro

orward as the

, his voice tight with an

she? You brought your girlfriend in for an emergency appendectomy a