The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

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Hendrix sat frozen, his face pale and grim.

Noelle couldn't hold back any longer. "What happened?"

Hendrix slowly turned to her but said nothing. Instead, he yanked the wheel into a sharp U-turn. The way he tore down the road told Noelle something was very wrong. She tightened her grip on the seatbelt and fixed her eyes ahead.

They hadn't gone far from Freeman Manor, but chaos had already erupted. The housekeeper's screams echoed through the house while Ophelia stood in the living room, pounding her chest in fury.

"What a mess! This is a nightmare!" she yelled. "I said from the very start-someone like her should never have stayed here! She did it once, and now, it's happening again! She won't stop until she drags the Freemans straight to hell!"

Noelle stopped in her tracks.

never seen before. Not long after, the doctor and an ambulance arrived. Noelle remained downstairs in the living room. Soon, she saw Hendrix coming down, carrying Beatrice in his arms. Her long white dress

Then, a wave of nausea rolled through her, twisting her stomach. She tried to push it down, but the thick scent of blood in the air was

the bathroom, barely reaching it before she threw

pudding. Apart from Christmas, Thanksgiving was the one

taken a paring knife and plunged it into her abdomen. The doctor said the wound was nearly eight

like that. Worse,

Beatrice's words from earlier, and suddenly, she understood this was Beatrice's act of defiance, her bitter

perhaps she

her.

She placed a hand over her belly, the sterile scent of disinfectant

away from all of it. But she knew she couldn't when

blood had soaked into his clothes. The stain wasn't very noticeable against his

was always meticulous. Noelle had never seen him in anything but spotless, well-pressed clothes.

folded his arms, his hands clenched so hard that the veins on

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of his hands were disturbingly