Millbrook was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone else's business and nobody asked about mine.That was exactly why I had chosen it. It sat at the end of a long road between two hills, with one stoplight, one church, a bakery that smelled of cinnamon at dawn, and a landlady named Mrs. Adaeze who took one look at me stepping off the bus with a backpack and a belly and said, "You are too thin. Sit down. I am bringing rice."She brought rice. She also brought a blanket, a pot of stew, and, on the third day, a secondhand crib she had somehow dragged up the stairs by herself. She did not ask who the father was. She told me her own daughters had given her three grandchildren and one great disappointment, and she patted my cheek and called me my child as if it were a title.The town took me in with a casual, unquestioning kindness that nearly undid me. The baker slipped me day-old buns. The old man at the hardware shop fixed my window latch and refused payment. Nobody asked for a p
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