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“What?” I breathe out, feeling faint. “How? I’ve not taken any tablets. I didn’t kill my baby!”
“How would someone even get their hands on this stuff if it’s used for abortion?” Milly asks, a hard tone in her voice.
“Misoprostol is also used for the prevention of gastric ulcers, and methotrexate is common. It’s a chemotology agent and immune system suppressant. Sadly, I can’t tell you how you digested it, only that it’s in your system.”
“Somebody had to have given this to me. We only told our friends and parents last night.” I gasp, turning to CJ in horror. “Oh, my God.”
“What, Cupcake?” he asks, sitting forward in his chair.
I struggle to breathe, and the monitors next to me start going crazy. The doctor rushes over, sitting me forward. “Breathe in and out, nice big, deep breaths. You’re having a panic attack.”
I breath in and out like he ordered, my head bent but turned to CJ.
“Mr. Flint. Knew,” I pant out, closing my eyes tight.
I breathe, trying to calm myself. One, two, three, in and out.
“You aren’t making sense, Cupcake.”
I sit up, still panting as I face him. Tears fall, and I can barely see through them as I tell him, “When I was at the library the other night, Tina asked me to unload the new textbooks from the back. I knew you didn’t want me lifting anything heavy, so I had to ask Alex to help—I had to tell him about the baby. Mr. Flint overheard us.”
But he didn’t give me anything that day.
My eyes shoot open and I turn to the doctor. “My teacher! He gave me a bottle of water yesterday. Could they have been in that?”
He eyebrows draw together, but he nods slowly. “Yes, I suppose.”
“Why would Mr. Flint want to kill our baby?” CJ asks, and me keeping secrets from him has finally caught up to me.
I turn to the doctor, feeling numb. This is all my fault. “Can we have a minute?”
He nods. “If you need anything, press the button next you and a nurse will be right in. Again, I’m sorry for your loss.”
Once he’s gone, the room is quiet, until Milly speaks up. “Would you like us to give you some privacy?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Dad grits out. “I want to know why this sick son of a bitch killed my grandbaby.”
I wipe my tears, turning to CJ. I can barely look at him. “Mr. Flint creeps me out. He’s touchy-feely with me, always leaning in too close, touching my leg and making me uncomfortable,” I blurt out. When CJ shoots out of his chair, banging it into the wall behind him, I stop, reaching out for him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, but I thought I was being paranoid. I didn’t want to cause a scene if it was nothing.”
“That doesn’t sound like nothing, sweetheart,” Milly says, rubbing my shoulder.
I meet her eyes. “I didn’t think he’d do this. I didn’t know—I didn’t. I was going to go to the schoolboard if it happened again.”
“Shh, this isn’t your fault. But the police need to be informed.”
I nod, wiping angrily at my tears. From the corner of my eye, I can see CJ breathing heavily, his hands clenched into fists at his side.
“I’m going to kill him,” he growls, before storming out.
“CJ, no. Please, wait!” I yell through tears. I grab the clips on my chest, the ones monitoring my heart, and rip them off. Milly’s hands immediately stop me, pinning them to my chest.
“You need to stop before you hurt yourself.”
“I have to stop him,” I tell her, pleading.
She glances to the door, seeming torn, before she turns to my father. I meet his eyes, seeing the same rage I saw in CJ’s moments ago.
“Dad, please stop him. I can’t lose him, too. I can’t.”
