I like to think so, she replied. what do I call it? My problem? Condition? Situation? Sheoffered him a shaky smile. He seemed to like beingwith her, and he seemed normal in every way other than what wasn'thappening between them in the sack. Time for who? Yasmin wondered.
You know what's that. A child of our own, he corrected his thinking, a child to whom no harmwould ever come. She felt itcooling the back of her neck. And she made matters worse for herself by refusingto speak to the police more than that single time, as well as byrefusing to speak to her solicitor, or even her barrister.
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