THE VENGEFUL LUNA
I swore to myself that she’d never be touched by them or by Lolita and her shameful past.
“What do you want to name her?” Gray asked.
“I want to call her Victory,” I said, because the moment of her birth was a victory for all of us. I felt that Lolita, Marlowe, Frank, and my mother were all far behind me now. I was Annie Powers, Gray’s wife, and, most important, I was Victory’s mother. I had thrown off my ugly past, forgotten it both literally and figuratively. My whole body was shaking from the effort of childbirth, the surge of hormones and emotion rattling through my frame.
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