Chapter 31 Don't Kill My Baby

Dominic Hawthorne shoved me with brutal force, sending a sharp pain through my spine and a dull ache into my abdomen. The door crashed shut with a loud clang, and the police quickly rushed over to lock it. I lunged after it, gripping the small window and screaming, "Dominic Hawthorne, I'm carrying your child!" "Then take your child and die together!" His cold curse echoed down the dark corridor. I stood there, paralyzed—overwhelmed by anguish and rage. On the second day of my imprisonment, I saw Luke Jordan. He promised to help me find a lawyer for the case. But later, he told me with visible discomfort that no senior attorneys would take the case. Only a few inexperienced lawyers were willing to try, though the chances were slim. Still, he urged me not to give up. Not give up? How could I not? A month later, the first trial began. I was brought to court and stood at the defendant's dock. Leona Fairchild sat in a wheelchair, dressed in an elegant dusty-rose gown. Her hair was swept int