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It’d been thirty-nine minutes since I’d last spoken to her.

So much could happen in that time…

I’d just topped the hill, being careful to conceal my footsteps and breathing, when I peeked over the edge and found myself staring at a leg.

My stomach sank.

I knew those legs.

I knew those leggings encasing those legs.

I’d watched her slip them on this morning with a laugh on her face as she exclaimed at how tight they were now…

I didn’t stop myself then.

I hauled myself up, went sideways slightly, and found myself staring at her.

She was lying in the middle of the trail, looking like a broken doll.

At first, I couldn’t quite make out what I was seeing.

It was a sight that I’d never seen before except in movies, and that didn’t do it justice, really. My brain couldn’t quite comprehend what I was looking at when I first spotted her.

Then things started to pop out one by one.

Her arm was bent at an awkward angle.

Her face was battered so badly that she didn’t even resemble the woman I loved.

Her leg… It was broken.

Her hair was a matted mess.

Her stomach.

Oh, God. Her stomach.

Her shirt was ripped open.

Her breasts on display.

Her belly… It was cut open.

Just sliced from hip to hip.

And that…

I didn’t…

I dropped to the ground, my hand going to her belly that was cut open deep.

Her stomach was hanging out.

No, not her stomach.

Her uterus.

That was her uterus.

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