Ever since I became pregnant, I haven't felt this baby," Rebecca murmured, gently rubbing her stomach as she spoke.

"Have you consulted a healer or doctor?" Elijah inquired, handing her another container of medication.

"Yes, but I fear the child isn't even alive," she continued, her hand still lingering on her belly.

"What do you mean?"

"Stop with the charade! You know exactly what you did to me. It's like..."

"You're not even alive. Is that how you feel, Rebecca?" Elijah rose, lighting a cigarette.

"Yes, I know for a fact that you performed necromancy on me. Why didn't you let me die? How long did you keep me waiting...