It was a cold, snowy night when Richard revealed his true colours to me. He loved me, and then he left me. I tried to stop him, and he hurt me. I was six months pregnant when he first started hurting me. I was playing Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven on the grand piano in the living room. He asked me to dance with him. We danced the night away. It was magical. Then, suddenly, he cupped my face in his hands and stared into my eyes. He threatened to kill me if I ever left him for another man. I tried to wrench his hands off my face, but I couldn’t. I told him he was hurting me, but he didn’t care. I finally managed to get his hands off of my face and make a run for the main door. He chased after me and grabbed me by my hair. I howled in pain. He pushed me to the floor and trampled on my belly. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I...