CARL

She let my question linger in the air. Her eyes faltered by two blinks, and she stopped moving, stepping away from me as I retained eye contact.

"What child?" I asked again, refusing to give her the space that she was asking for. Linda glared at me like my question was unbelievable, but beneath that hardened glare was a front that was cracking so hard by the edges.

This was merely a hunch, and it had appeared in my mind countless times that Linda could be faking her pregnancy. These ...