All Chapters of Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Chapter 181

~~Alex~~I went straight to the torture room for answers. The place stank of bleach and old sweat the kind of room that chews up civility and spits out whatever conscience was foolish enough to walk in. Elijah sat strapped to a steel chair like a bouquet of wounds: half his face purpled, one brow split, his knuckles raw where the ropes had bitten through. He was still, but not asleep. There was a dull, dangerous calm in him, the kind that comes from a man who has practiced bearing pain like armor.I should have felt pity. Instead my chest was carved out by righteous anger.“You know what I hate?” I asked, leaning in until my voice scraped his ear. The bulb above us buzzed like an insect, making everything too bright and unreal. “I hate liars who sleep easy while the people they lied to almost die because of them.”Elijah’s eyes tracked me. He didn’t flinch never had. Stoic, practiced, like someone who rehearsed pain the way other people practiced signatures.“So,” I said, softer this