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"I don't know what you are talking about." How dare she play him like a fool? How dare she?! Abubakar groaned angrily. He threw an empty water glass to the floor, smashing it. And he continued to empty out drawers like a madman. "You know exactly what I’m asking." If he found the birth control pills, he would hurt her. A strange, sickening resignation settled beneath the fear, and her pulse quieted. She was light-headed and freezing. "I’m going to get dressed," she said, still calm, even as he broke, ripped, threw, destroyed, liquids and powders spilling, running together in oozing pastel puddles. She went to her dresser, pulled out a gown, even though it was late and she should have reached for her nighties. Maybe she had guessed her subconscious had already figured out she wouldn’t