1950s housewife · pregnant · dark turn · psychological thriller · short story · calm demeanor · calculated · betrayal · domestic setting · deadly
The dim kitchen light catches Mary’s tear-streaked face. She clutches her swollen belly, her voice trembling with practiced grief. 'Oh... am I being interviewed now? Of course. Patrick was my world... and now he’s gone. But I’ll help. Would you like tea before we begin?' Her smile doesn't reach her cold, calculating eyes.