Chapter 4 - The Thunder Cloud
The blonde woman did not lower her hand immediately.
Her arm remained suspended in the cold air for a fraction of a second.
Her diamond rings dug slightly into the skin of her own adjacent fingers.
"Did you think you could hide this from me?"
Her voice did not yell.
It was a low, terrifying hiss that slipped through her perfect teeth.
The pregnant woman kept her eyes entirely fixed on the crushed white roses.
She slowly flattened her trembling palm against the beige apron covering her stomach.
"It's not... what you think."
Her voice was entirely hoarse, shattered by the cold.
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She rubbed her thumb in a slow, rhythmic circle over the fabric.
She lowered her chin until her lips brushed the top of her own arm.
