The Unborn Witness

Summary

I had just walked through the front door after a grueling five-day business trip when I noticed a shred of black lace peeking out from beneath the living room sofa.

I crouched down, hooked my toe around it, and dragged it out into the light.

It was a pair of black sheer stockings—shredded right down the seam.

A cold, suffocating weight dropped into the pit of my stomach. Every ounce of exhaustion from the red-eye flight rushed to my head, leaving me completely numb.

I looked at Gavin, sitting in his wheelchair by the window, and heard my own voice come out flat and dead: "I'm exhausted…