Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law
“Or a witch. Why else would the Goddess take every child?”
I stared at my glass, pretending not to hear, but their words cut deep, each one a fresh wound. My babies. My heart ached, the memory of their cries echoing in my mind. The humiliation stung, hot and bitter, but I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.
Suddenly, a soft voice cut through the noise.
“Ladies, that’s enough.”
I turned, and there she was.
Amira.
She stood before the group of women, her expression soft, almost chiding. “That’s no way to speak of Irene. She's still the Luna. Show some respect.”