pains had subsided into a dull, throbbing ache. The cold from the
digital clock on the nightstand glowed: 3:15 AM. Andrew wa
hardened in its place. The tears were gone. The hurt wa
a few changes of clothes, some books. Most of my life was packed away in storage, waiting for
. I slipped it into my pocket, along with my wallet. I took one last look at the ma
hallway. The front door was my goal, my
he doorknob, a light
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obe pulled tight around her. Her e
," I said, m
oving to block the door. "You're no
stomach. "This is my baby, Maria.
"It's the only thing that makes you useful. You think I'm going
, trying to wrench it from
!" I yelled,
eled by a possessive fury. She shoved me hard. I lost my balance, stumbling
gh my abdomen. It was different fro
rapidly across the front of my light-color
me. The last thing I heard before everything
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