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Chapter 013

Penulis: Katherine Jones
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-09 21:48:02

Amma's Point of View

I want to scream. I want to pick up the nearest thing, a clipboard, a stapler, my own shoe, and throw it at the back of his head.

‘Terrible mother.’ He said as if he had any idea what three surgeries cost, what it costs to sleep in a plastic chair for three nights listening to a monitor count my daughter's heartbeats.

My nails are cutting half-moons into my palms. I unclench them one finger at a time. Anger is a luxury, and my daughter is the only thing in this building tha
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