Chapter 11: He Wants a Child

Henry Jefferson gently set Giselle Lambert down on her feet. When her feet touched the ground, a sharp pain made Giselle’s legs buckle, and she quickly grabbed the countertop to steady herself. Seeing her struggle, Henry let out a teasing Chaseckle. “Take the day off. I’ll call in sick for you.” “It’s all your fault, and you laugh,” Giselle retorted, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he apologized earnestly. “Unforgivable,” she muttered through clenched teeth, her grip tightening on her toothbrush. She knew all too well that his apologies hinted at future boldness. She shoved him lightly. “Out, I need to freshen up.” Her voice, soft and somewhat pleading, only melted his heart further. He obediently exited and quietly shut the door behind him. The moment he left, Giselle locked the door and retrieved a plastic bag from a disused pipe, hiding two remaining contraceptive pills. Nervously, she popped one into her mouth and swallowed it dry before concealing the