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My feelings toward Dario made me feel uneasy and confused. Could I trust him? Could I eventually even love him? Would he change enough to let me?
But then he’d made the phone call, and I realized he wasn’t going to change.
He was going to be cold always.
If he had no qualms getting rid of the doctor, someone who he’d known all his life, who truly cared about him and his family, then how could I trust him to care about our child?
I didn’t think I could. In fact, I knew I couldn’t. This was Dario’s world.Cold-blooded, dark, lacking compassion.
It was a world that wouldn’t welcome a child, or if it did, it would turn the child into a monster.
I didn’t want that for my child. I touched my stomach, and when I felt Dario take my hand again, I pretended to wake up.
I pulled my hand from his.Did I see a look of disappointment?
I couldn’t be too sure because it was gone as fast as it had appeared. I must have been mistaken.
“Can we go home now?” I asked, not able to make eye contact with him.How could he be so heartless?
I swallowed back panic and tears. I couldn’t lose Dr. Kali. He was so kind. Such a genuine person. And he would die because of me.
“The doctors said soon, within a few hours. They just want to monitor you for a little while longer.” His words expressed no emotion. I couldn’t look at him, not now, not knowing what he planned to do to the one person who had showed me some compassion.
I choked back a sob. I felt powerless again. The last time I’d felt that way, I’d channeled all my rage and thoughts into killing Nico. I’d grown since then.
I’d seen what violence did to a person, to a family, and I no longer wanted to be part of that. I didn’t want that stain on my soul.
Today, I wanted to just make sure Dr. Kali wouldn’t become a victim. Would it work? Was I already too late?
No, I wouldn’t accept that. I had to at least try. I wouldn’t be able to close my eyes at night without seeing his face if I somehow was responsible for his death.
I touched my head and slowly lowered myself back down into the bed. I had an idea. I groaned a little and made a face.
“Are you okay?” His voice was full of concern.
“No, I don’t feel right.” I let my hand travel down my body until it rested on my stomach.
“Is something wrong? Is it the baby?” He sounded even more worried. That was new.
He always looked so calm and in control. This Dario I didn’t recognize.
Good. Something I could use to my advantage.
“Can you please go get the doctor? I just don’t…I’m scared, Dario. I just want to make sure the baby is okay. Please go get them. Please.”
Without a word, he walked off. I figured I only had a minute. Maybe two. I prayed that my ability to recall numbers hadn’t been bumbled by “baby brain”.
I reached for the landline phone and dialed Dr. Kali’s number. To my surprise, it went straight to an answering machine. I began to leave a message when he picked up.
“Dr. Kali, you need to get out of there fast. Dario knows.”
“Then you need my safehouse?—”
Who was this man? He immediately thought of me, when his life was in danger. “I’m in England.”
“So, I’ve heard. I own a house in Surrey. I’ll contact you soon.” He paused and then said, “Try not to worry, Mya.”
I heard footsteps approaching. Shit. It was too late. I was going to get caught.