"Are you feeling quite well, my sweet petal?"
Helen couldn't bring herself to answer him, but just nodded calmly. She was not feeling well at all; her unborn child seemed to be draining her of every ounce of energy. Her dear sweet daughter was near crippled from this man's savagery, and she was now it seemed, homeless. And just to top it all, she couldn't bear to look at her husband who was by all accounts, a fraud. She closed her eyes, and thought of Vincent.
