"What do you want?" Victoria asked, without looking at him.
Lee didn't even think to blame himself for missing the chance to kill her when he heard how hoarse her voice was. It was still her voice, but it sounded like she had been swallowing dry sand for days.
"What is it?" Victoria asked impatiently, this time turning around.
Lee immediately realized the reason for his earlier hesitance. Those weren't fatties, sitting outside on the lawn. Those were pregnant ladies, just like the one standing in front of him.
Victoria's stare was still full of hate, as it has always been, but now she instinctively held both hands on her protruded belly, as if protecting the unborn child. She was huge, probably in the eight or night month already, Lee had no clue how far exactly. But her size wasn't the most striking thing about her.
It was her face. And her eyes. She had been crying for days, if not months.
