“You’ll have an abortion, now it’s not a problem,” Karim says dryly, without even lowering his gaze to my stomach. “You can’t be so cruel, Karim...” my throat is squeezing, and my nose begins to sting from the tears coming to my eyes.— You got what you wanted. Me. For one time. I regret what happened. I shouldn't have given you false hopes. I don’t feel anything for you, Nimbus. — What about the child? Don’t you care about him either? — And about him too. I want children, but not from you.