Karina
“You don't have to do this," I plead with him, trying to think of ways to get him to leave me alone and walk out on his own. I'm sure there are countless possibilities, but right now I'm coming up with nothing. The only thing I'm worried about is making sure my baby is okay. The baby we just announced that I'm having to our friends and family.
“No, I do." His hand shakes as he holds the gun on me. “You don't understand, I've been planning this for a long time."
“What?" I'm confused as I hear him speak.
His brows furrow as he looks at me, and it's almost as if I can see him arguing with himself, trying to decide if he wants to tell me the truth. A part of me doesn't want to know, because then it gives me hope. Hope that I'll make it out of here alive, and that he doesn't plan to
