Chapter 9: The Truth in Her Eyes
Chapter 9: The Truth in Her Eyes
Arthur pressed his hands to Elena's chest, taking a deep breath to begin CPR compressions.
Suddenly, Elena’s body jolted violently. She turned her head sharply to the side and violently coughed up a lungful of pool water, her body racking with deep, heavy gasps.
"Elena! Oh, thank God. I've got you. You're safe."
Arthur immediately scooped her into his arms, pulling her tightly against his soaked chest as she continued to gasp for precious air. She was shivering uncontrollably, her hands immediately flying to her stomach to ensure her unborn child was still safe inside her.
Leo ran over, throwing his tiny arms around his mother’s neck, sobbing hysterically into her wet shoulder. Elena kissed her son's wet cheek repeatedly, her breathing slowly, painfully stabilizing.
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Slowly, Elena opened her eyes. She looked past Arthur's broad shoulder, her intense gaze locking directly onto Clara. There was no fear in Elena's eyes anymore. There was no theatrical rage. There was only a profound, heavy, and devastating realization.
She didn't need to say a single word. The micro-expressions on her face told the entire story. Arthur, sensing the shift in the air, followed his wife's steady gaze. He looked at Clara, who was now visibly trembling, and then looked down at his terrified son. Leo was raising a shaking little finger, pointing it directly at the woman in the white suit.
