A Gloomy Evening

Linda’s POV

My heart sank at the mention of the bullet. It was a chilling reminder of the danger that still lurked within me, threatening not just my own life but also that of my unborn child.

“Is…is there anything we can do about it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my mind racing with thoughts of surgeries and potential complications.

The doctor’s expression softened as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “At this stage, surgery to remove the bullet could pose significant risks to both you and the baby,” He explained gently. “It’s lodged in a delicate area, and any attempt to remove it could potentially cause more harm than good.”

I felt a knot form in my stomach at his words, a sense of helplessness washing over me. I had hoped for a solution, a way to rid myself of the looming threat of the bullet once and for all, but that was just a dead end. At least for now.

I guess this gift from Mr. Kingston was not going anywhere no matter how hard I tried. The doctors