"Dexter…" My voice was hoarse as I called his name.
He punched Dax in the face again and again, like a madman.
The others were frightened by Dexter's madness.
At that moment, he seemed like a beast that had lost its humanity and was intent on killing everyone.
"Dexter…" I called his name, trying to bring him back to his senses.
I didn't want him to be sent back to the asylum.
Perhaps he heard my cry. His body suddenly stiffened, and he dropped the baton from his hand. Covered in blood, he stumbled toward me and then collapsed to the ground. He held me tightly in his arms and covered my eyes. He was trembling and helpless like a child who had done something wrong.
"Sophia… Don't… Don't look…"
I cried in his arms, my skirt soaked with blood.
"My stomach… It hurts so much."
Was I destined to be childless?
Or was this just my fate…
