Chapter 33. The Gift

Sinclair

Shock coursed through her.

She had been kidnapped, tortured, and sexually assaulted more than a month ago. She thought she had experienced the worst nightmare at that time but she was wrong. The panic coursing in her body right that moment was incomparable.

Running from Nicholas was futile but what could she do? He left her no choice.

Sobbing hysterically, she locked herself in the women's lavatory, oblivious to anything. She kept crying. Pouring all of her emotions out. It had lasted a while. She didn't care. Knowing she needed this or she would combust with anger.

Her sobs turned to hiccups eventually. She was sprawled on the floor. The back of her head hit the tiled wall for support. Drained. Her energy has depleted.

Trying to think sensibly was a chore. But she had to. The growing life inside took precedence over her anger towards its father.

Nicholas was only giving her a reprieve, he would surely storm through the door any min