Evelyn sat alone in her office, the silence of the room amplifying the frantic beat of her heart. In her hand, she clutched a small white box of medicine she had just secretly purchased, her knuckles white from the grip. To eat or not to eat?
The previous night's incident with Michael flashed through her mind. Although he had used protection, a gnawing worry remained. If she took the pills, she knew she was harming her own body; if she didn't, and the unthinkable happened, could she survive another unplanned pregnancy in the middle of this chaos?
"Eat it," she whispered to herself, the decision final.
She tossed the medicine onto the desk, moving toward the water dispenser with heavy steps. She was just filling a cup when the office door was suddenly thrown open with a violent thud.
It was Michael. His face was stony, his eyes dark with an unreadable, icy fury. He looked like a man coming to settle a debt or convict a criminal.
