He leaned a little closer, his gaze locking onto hers, sharp, unrelenting, impossible to hide from.
"Who got you pregnant?" he asked suddenly, the question was direct and stripped of any softness.
Daniella felt the words hit her like ice water in her chest. She stiffened in his arms, the fragile comfort fracturing.
"Pregnant? I did insemination," she blurted out, the lie spilling from her before she could think to soften it or lie.
Santiago's brow furrowed slightly. "Insemination? Why?" His eyes searched her face. "You're still young… and are you a virgin?"
The clinical tone of the second question carried an unspoken weight, disbelief mixed with cold calculation.
Daniella pulled back just enough to look at him properly, a flash of indignation cutting through her exhaustion. "Young? Am I… not young? What does age have to do with any of this?" Her voice rose slightly, more from raw frustration than real anger.
