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eneath her shirt. It wasn't just in her mind anymore, her body was changing. Her face looked fuller in

, feeling the steady, quite

mon

red it lik

days a week at the restaurant, washing dishe

s she made a mistake. Nomsa, the waitress, was still her onl

ped clean after services and sometimes stayed behide for tea. The old wom

id once, eyeing Victoria's stom

smiled.

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shift, Victoria returned home and n

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yla was the only one who had helped her during that awkward, terrify

hands, she open

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ow. A place to stay. I'

was a

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w.

say. I'm so sorry you ha

about you. He just moved

new it already, deep down, but s

tor

was never going to sta

y

said she cries all the time. But your dad? He's ju

blinked

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ounds

y

your mom? I think it would mean ever

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ll her

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felt heavy, not with fear, but with memory. Her mom's warm hands. The way she used t

issed

, not to that house, not to that father, no

d deserv

let the tears come qui

e restaurant, Nomsa not

y," she said, hand

tir

you can talk to me , right? I know I

all smile. "Thanks

assed. T

at. The silence was proof of loyalty. She had reached acros

h week, she saved more money. Each week she felt her baby grow stronger. Th

er of s

ginn