I still have to rewire Vinson's beliefs...
I can't let him develop a fear over the matter of childbirth, but how should I go about doing that?
Arielle massaged her temples. Let me think about it.
***
Meanwhile, on the cruise ship, Abigail was staring at Anna, who was standing on the deck. As the thought of the news delivered by the person sent to spy on Anna last night came into her mind, her gaze darkened.
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