Last night, when Nicholas had declared he wanted a child, she thought it was just his anger speaking. She hadn’t imagined he’d be serious—let alone this determined.
But now, it was glaringly clear: Nicholas wouldn’t let this go. And he wouldn’t let her go.
Emily turned on the shower, letting the cold water cascade over her trembling body. Her hands clutched the edge of the sink for support as she tried to steady her racing heart. She had thought she could reason with Nicholas, but his behavior was becoming more unpredictable and overbearing.
As the water flowed, she thought back to his words—his insistence, his accusations, and, most chillingly, his determination. He won’t let me go, she repeated to herself, the thought settling like a heavy weight in her chest.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. "Emily," Nicholas’s voice came through, calm yet firm. "You’ve been in there long enough. Come out before you catch a cold."