Something taken from him. Amara took a step back. Just one. Careful. Silent. The floor felt unsteady beneath her, like it might give way if she moved too quickly.
"I'm going to sue all of you!" his voice cracked then, rage splintering at the edges. "Who is the woman? What is her name? I want to know who is carrying my child now!"
Each question hit harder than the last. Closer. Closer. As if the distance between them was shrinking with every word.
"I will make sure they close the St. Aditya Hospital for good." That name. It didn't just register. It struck. Hard. Cold. Final. Amara's blood turned to ice. Not slowly. Not gradually. Instantly.
Her stomach dropped, sharp and sudden, into something dark and hollow, as the ground beneath her had disappeared without warning.
A thin layer of sweat prickled across her skin. Her hands felt cold… but her pulse, wild. Too fast. Too loud. Too present. Panic didn't creep in. It surged.
