She swallows roughly, her hand splaying across her stomach, and I have to suppress the rage I feel bubbling inside.
“I want to play a game,” I say calmly, sitting in the chair at her table, “Sit.”
“What game?” she asks warily.
“Well, it’s more like a decision, really, but it’s a game for me. To see what one you choose.”
I place the cakes on the surface, both perfectly decorated with white icing and blue font, and push them towards her. “I made you something special, just for you.”
“What is it?”
I push the two decorated cakes towards her, “One kills you, and the other kills your baby,” I smile, “Choose one.”
To Be Continued…