Chapter 9 - The Descent into the Earth
He stopped directly in front of the pregnant woman.
She was still curled over her stomach, her face hidden behind the curtain of her wet black hair.
The man looked down at the mud.
He looked at the beige apron.
He looked at the red welt glowing angrily on her jaw.
He did not pull up the fabric of his trousers.
He did not brush away the dirt.
He simply folded his tall frame downward.
His knee hit the graveyard sludge with a heavy, wet thud.
The dark mud instantly swallowed the sharp, expensive crease of his suit pants.
The pregnant woman gasped.
She flinched away from the sudden movement beside her.
She slowly lifted her head.
Her dark eyes were wide, rimmed with red, and entirely bewildered.
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She stared at the man’s unbuttoned white collar.
She looked at the dark suit soaking up the muddy water.
