There is a new child now. A girl, born of shame and violence. Unpure. Stained. A memory comes back. Another child. A boy. Sorrow.
The girl is playing outside. A woman comes over. I know the woman, but can’ really remember who she is. My heart beat faster. I used to love her. I still do, even after what she did. She did it to protect her son. Our son.
Then the memories fade again. The scars in my head. I know that’s why I can’t remember.
A young man comes out of the house. They know each other. I know there’s one more person, but she’s not there. The other…
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