She pressed her infant to her bosom with so convulsive a force that the poor babe uttered another cry of pain. But the mother did not seem to hear it.
Being a pariah ain’t easy, especially for a mom.
Her child, after all, is her living, breathing scarlett letter — symbolic of her sin.
This child will need years of therapy.
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