The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 127

Latisha’s fingers curled into fists. She stared at his cold, impassive face, her vision blurring for a moment. She could never tell what he was thinking.

Clifford’s grip on her jaw tightened. “Did you hear me?”

The pain snapped her back to the present. She nodded weakly.

“This is the last time,” he continued. “If you disobey me again, I will break your legs and lock you away. Do you understand?”

A chill ran down her spine. His expression was dead serious; he wasn’t joking. He was capable of it.

She could only manage another difficult nod. Only then did he release her, his fingers gently stroking her cheek. “That’s better.”

He leaned in to kiss her, but remembering the doctor’s words, she instinctively turned her head away.

Clifford’s eyes narrowed. He forced her face back towards him, his voice laced with menace. “Did you forget what I just said? You really don’t learn, do you?”

She tried desperately to sign an explanation, but her frantic movements only looked like resistance. He grabbed her hands, ripped off his own tie, and used it to bind her wrists.

She shook her head wildly, struggling so hard that she slipped off the sofa and crashed onto the hard floor. The impact sent another wave of dizziness through her, and her head throbbed with pain.

Curling into a ball, she looked up at him, her tear-filled eyes pleading with a raw, primal fear.

Clifford grabbed her by the collar and hauled her to her feet, staring deeply into her eyes.

“Are you afraid of me?”

She saw the corner of his mouth lift into a chilling smile. Whether from terror or the pain in her abdomen, her body began to tremble uncontrollably. He laughed, a hollow, terrifying sound that held no warmth.

“Why?” he pressed, his gaze boring into hers as if trying to extract the answer directly from her soul. “Why are you afraid of me?”

Latisha squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away as a tear traced a path down her temple.

Her eyelids fluttered. She snapped her head up and met his unreadable gaze.

“I’m serious,” he said.

A frigid wave crashed over her, a profound sorrow rising in her throat. Her eyes burned, and her limbs went cold and numb. Her heart felt as if it were filled with lead, and each breath was a painful pull on her chest.

Latisha raised her hand, wanting to say something, but what could she say?

Their baby was gone

Why didn't he come to save the baby?

Why he only now wanted a child?