It was her. It couldn’t not be her. It was that bitch. She was responsible for kidnapping and ratting me off to the social worker. Spewing lies.

Allowing despair transform into anger, I picked my way through the evening crowd. I had to sneak out of the hospital when it was obvious the doctor wouldn’t let me go until he was sure I was very healthy.

Fuck healthy! I was going to live and that was all I needed to care for my daughter. God Lord, my daughter, I thought sadly, almost giving in to the new wave of despair and self-pity but I viciously swatted it away.

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