She once desperately wanted to have a child with him, a chubby, healthy baby. But now, she was completely against the idea.
When the clock struck midnight, she climbed out of bed, tiptoed to her bedroom door, and turned the handle.
Earlier that evening in Yuri Sinclair's study, she had memorized the password he'd set when she redialed the number. Now that everyone was asleep, she planned to call Vivian Lee again.
The door opened with a CREAK. It was pitch-black outside, but that didn't hinder her in the slightest. Her eyes had long since adjusted, and she navigated the darkness to the study.
The phone was sitting on the desk. Just as she reached out, eager to make the call, a cough sounded from behind her.
"COUGH, COUGH."
She jumped, startled, and whirled around.
In the darkness, Yuri Sinclair was at the doorway in his wheelchair, smiling at her.
In the gloom, she could clearly see the white of his teeth as he smiled.
