Lorraine Hanson looked at her one last time, then strode out of the master bedroom.
Hearing the door close, Tracy finally looked up, staring at the tightly shut door. Her eyes were red from tears, and the man's earlier words, edged with a chilling tone, pierced her heart. In addition to the pain, she felt an overwhelming sense of despair.
Yes, at this moment she was in despair. Suddenly, the future seemed uncertain, as if a layer of fog enveloped her sight...
Tracy lowered her head, burying her face in her knees. Her abdomen still ached, and it was getting worse.
She clutched it with her hand, but when the pain became unbearable, she could only lie down on the big bed.
"Mm..." she groaned softly, uncontrollably moaning. Her whole body was drenched in cold sweat.
Tracy drifted into a hazy sleep, and when she awoke again, it was already noon.
