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The Winter Baby

“Ma…. Mary Lou… She took in a baby one day.” Credence whispered, tears clinging to his lashes as he whispered something soft and quiet, like a confession, a plea for absolution. “It was so tiny, I think it was sick too… But the baby was… So beautiful… It died that winter, but I was the one to take care of it.” The boy tucked his face against Percival’s neck and he shuddered. “I wanted to be it’s mama… I was… I was so happy taking care of it. Even when it cried at night because it was sick or hungry. I was so happy and I loved it so much… Even though it died only a couple of months later… I want… Daddy, I want…” The words still struggled to press past Credence’s lips as the boy looked up at Graves.