Severing the Bond

The heavy silence in the hospital ward wrapped around Tessa. She gripped the white bedsheets, her knuckles turning bone-white. She refused to back down. "All I’m asking is what exactly you will do if I’m actually pregnant?" she pressed, her voice trembling. "Would you still want the child?" She searched his dark eyes, hunting for an answer.

Desmond’s thin patience snapped. He kicked the metal leg