The Butcher's Wife
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“Yes, but I have a feeling he wanted to ask me something,” Valentina said.
“He did?”
“He was curious about your business. I don’t know for sure what he wanted, but I don’t know… I think he wants to know more about what you’re doing.”
“You didn’t say anything?”
“No. I’m the doting wife that doesn’t know anything. Have you found anything?”
“A trail that I’m heading down. It’s not a big one, but I think this could help me find the real rat.” He pulled out of the long driveway, and Valentina felt her stomach begin to twist as a wave of sickness hit her.
She wound down the window and let the fresh air in.
There would be plenty of time to find out if she was pregnant.