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"Then tell me, whose child is that in your womb?" Timothy laid me down on his lap and gently massaged my head with his hand.

His scalp ached slightly from the massage, but he could endure it.

It forced me to face him, and to avoid meeting his eyes, I stared at the large, lifelike red flower on the bathroom wall.

"It's mine, isn't it?" It took a long time for him to hear from me