©Novel Buddy
PREVIEW
... id the little girl. Her eyes followed the length of her mother’s wrist to a fresh bruise.
“Yes?” Being attentive, her mother asked, “What is it, Eve?”
“You hurt yourself…” the girl’s voice was sweet. No older than eight, she gazed at her mother with her clear blue eyes.
Her mother smiled at her. To the little girl, her mother’s smile brightened the entire room even though it was dimly lit with the few remaining candles they had.
The woman placed her wet hand on th ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE