As she watched the elevator indicator light slowly rise, Zervini's heart became increasingly chaotic. She knew exactly what he wanted, but as she placed her hand on her abdomen, she thought… that wouldn't be good for the child, would it? Had Auntie and Oliver really not said anything to him? Should she tell him? If he found out, with his personality, she would never be able to escape…
But how could she accept it? How could she accept that he was turning her life upside down, consuming everything until she had nothing left, and still be by his side? If that happened, how would she face her deceased father?
What should she do? What could she do?
Zervini's heart slowly ached, and she clutched her clothes at her chest, as if grasping her heart.
