Although Emily had no idea why he hadn’t, she was happy for it. She sat up in EJ’s king-sized bed and stared down at the packet of white powder. Although the stuff looked like harmless powdered sugar or cornstarch, she knew without tasting the coke it was of topnotch quality. Fabian always bought the best product. Where he got his supply, she didn’t know. Cutting it with cornstarch would stretch the amount by possibly two or three days and would weaken it, too.She could still escape from the fear and everything else if she cut it, but maybe the effect on the baby wouldn’t be bad. Her mouth was dry and her stomach rumbled. When was the last time she’d drunk or eaten anything? The answer eluded her, simply because she didn’t care. All she wanted was to rip open the packet and feel the sweet oblivion a few sniffs of the powder would give her.Shivering despite the sheen of sweat slicking her skin, she pulled her knees up as far as she could. The bulge of her belly reminded her she wasn’t alone in this decision.
