"Sophia! She didn't intend to do it today!"

His eyes sparkled with a predatory gleam, his large hand tightening around my neck as if he meant to strangle me. "The water was freezing! You knew she had just miscarried two days ago. Did you want her to die?!"

Suddenly, even breathing became a struggle. I attempted to pry his hand away, but it felt like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Yet, I refused to surrender, forcing each word out with great effort. "Did she die? If she did, ...