Chapter 5

From that moment on, my depression worsened, and the child became an indelible pain in my heart.

My lips quivered as I shoved Zoran Smith away, sobbing uncontrollably.

"My baby... my baby... why..."

I was hysterical, tugging violently at my hair, my throat raw from crying.

As I continued my meltdown, I noticed Zoran Smith standing in the bedroom doorway out of the corner of my eye.

He remained eerily calm, as if the scene unfolding before him had nothing to do with him.

Zoran Smith watched me, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk.

With utmost nonchalance, he took out his phone and recorded everything.

The door slammed shut with a "bang," and my crying abruptly ceased.

Three days after April Fools' Day, it was Easter.

My brother, still worried about me, cut his work trip short and flew back home.

Today was the day his plane would land.

Outside, thunder rumbled and rain poured down in sheets.