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I called Child Services like you’re supposed to. But the mom, she wouldn’t believe it. Said it wasn’t true. And the dad, he was smart. He made sure what he did, how he did it, didn’t leave a mark. The law couldn’t do anything to help that little girl. But I could. I knew his routine. Waited till he was alone.


What is it you wish to ask the gods? Will I ever bear another child, o wise one? I cannot see another child. No matter how far I look. Then what do you see?