n roughly onto a fr

hattered. She gasped for air, her lungs burning. The damp, mildewed sme

, eerie shadows over the face of the woman standing above her. It was Patsy Conway, one of the

ugh, dirty stone tiles. Before she could lift her shoulders, a blinding w

ror. She felt a warm, terrifying dampness spreading across

and kicked Genevieve's designer purse across the floor. It hit t

stated coldly. "No medical interfe

dress. The physical pain of the contractions was unbearable, but the crushing psychological re

walked up the r

t. The deafening metallic clang echoed off th

d with a heavy

erground chamber was freezing. She could s

arched violently off the freezing floor. She screamed i

he wooden wine racks lining the wall. Her bloody fing

plinters dug deep into her skin. She didn't care. She used the rack

llucinate. Through the blurry tears, sh

her voice a broken whi

d into her bones. She began to shiver uncontrollably. Her teeth chattered

ream. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. She

e. The dim lightbulb flickered ominously overhead. It th

ic shift in her body. A sickening pressur

her strength. Her vision went completely white

delivered onto

or, panting heavily. She waited. She

tingly silent. There was no

hed against the tiny, still form. Her heart stopped. It

mixing with the sweat and dirt coating her face. She rocked back and

he wooden stairs outside. The vibrations

harsh flashlight beams blinded Genevieve momentarily. Sh

ed suit contrasted sickeningly with the blood and horro

llowed out by grief. She held the stillborn child again

and covered his nose. His face contorted in genui

crunched on the gritty stone. He looked down at

holding out the heavy legal folder she had brought to his study ear

in her mouth from where she had bitten her own wrist. Sh

rectly onto his expensive Italian shoes

ite, civilized facade dropped completely. He pulled

nd knocked the breath entirely from her lungs. But her arms