WILLIAM

I watched her approach the motel. She didn’t look like she was suffering. 

Her belly bump was bigger than the last time I’d seen her. If she was hell bent on raising that child, I definitely wasn’t going to be a part of it. 

And if that was the reason she’d come here, she was going to die with that child in her belly. 

Carefully and quietly, I made my way to, my hand closed over the gun, ready to shoot if I suspected any sign of this being a trap.

I was yet to return the gun. 

I closed in on her, then cocked the gun, pressing it...