Verity opened her eyes slowly to look at him when he said it wasn't normal weight gain. "I don't remember gaining weight," she told him. "Not anything- abnormal. I wasn't exercising as much." Some how, perhaps the exhaustion both mental and emotional or perhaps just being around another person, but she was oddly relaxed here with him, sitting in the unfamiliar hallway.
It was those final words that seemed to echo through the space between them. She shook her head a little, sitting up straighter. "No. You must be confused- I've never- been-" she couldn't even say it and slowly she started frowning. She couldn't remember enough but she'd remember that.
Slowly what he was saying sunk into her. It wasn't enough that he'd stolen her life, that he'd taken a year from her, and he'd messed with her memory. This was a further invasion. He'd gotten her pregnant?
But Steve had said something else to her. Something about the basement. She couldn't remember it exactly but she knew there was more and her heart started to race. "I don't think I want to hear this," she said, her tone high but her volume low, as if she could see the train wreck she was headed for and was powerless to stop it.