He strode to Zelda and scooped her off the floor, and the tenderness in his eyes cut into me like something physical.
"Drew, it hurts, my stomach hurts so much..."
Zelda curled against his chest, face drained white, tears falling without stopping.
But I caught it. When her gaze flicked toward me, there was a flash of triumph at the bottom of her eyes.
"I only asked her to make me a coffee. She tampered with it on purpose. She wants to kill my baby..."
"That's not true! Drew, listen to me!"
I was shaking all over, stumbling a step closer, my voice cracking into something raw.
"I made the coffee the same way I always do—I didn't add anything! She just collapsed, she knocked the cup off herself—it wasn't me!"
"Test the coffee if you don't believe me. I swear I didn't do this."
I tried to get closer to him, tried to make him see through Zelda's act.
But the way Drew looked at me, it was like I was something unforgivable.
He let out a cold laugh, every word dripping with contempt:
"Willow, I watched her drink what you made and collapse right in front of me. You want me to believe you? Jealousy is one thing, but going after the baby inside her—how vicious can you be?"