the light, the silhoue

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erile room. His tie was slightly askew, his dark hair disheveled, as if he'd run his hands through

re a churning storm. He didn't look at his mother. He didn't look at the

ks on her lip, the flimsy gown that

d into a line as

voice, a mixture of shock and displeasure in

ed her c

out. He stopped beside the table, his large frame castin

resting on the instrument tray. His knuckles were white

eros

he clipboard back onto the tray. It lande

her professional composure cracking. "This is a

oice was low, a barely contained growl

ou to do th

he doctor. She looked from Bishop to Elean

m. "I brought her here! It has been three years, Bishop

t were a piece of lint. The m

ire. His eyes were chips of ice. Hi

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on. As if she had orchestrated this entire humiliating s

s chest snapped. She had thought, for one i

had come to

werful it propelled her upright. She scrambled up on the table, ignoring the cri

in their three-year marriag

oice raw and shaking. "I want a bab

n. It was the only thing she could think of to say that would end this nig

stunned silence of the room

one f

nd then satisfaction crossing her features. Thi

nt giving way to raw curiosity at the bizarre dra

s reaction that he

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way his chest had stopped moving mid-breat

nt knock came

voice, gentle and laced with

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voice of