Eva

A sinister gleam filled Mona's eyes. "I heard you're pregnant, Eva."

My mind spun, my voice trembling. "How did you know that?"

Mona's smile widened, revealing a hint of cruelty. "Oh, I know everything about you, Eva."

To my horror, she reached out and touched my stomach, a chilling intimacy in her gesture.

"I'll help you get rid of it," she whispered, her voice dropping to a low hiss. "I know you don't want the baby."

I recoiled, my body trembling with fear and disbelief. "I never said I didn't want the baby."

Mona's grip on my stomach tightened, and I tried to pull away, only to find that...