Sophia
“Excuse me,” Sonya waved for me as I moved to serve the incoming customers.
I wondered what she wanted again.
I approached her, but noticed that her eyes were fixed on my belly.
She took out more money from her purse and this time she placed it on my belly.
“Your baby will need as much money as possible since he is without a father, so…”
The moment Sonya’s words spilled from her lips, her sly remark about my baby being without a father, a fire ignited inside me.
At first, I thought it was just anger.
A normal, human surge of indignation at her audacity, at her arrogance, at the way she had reached for my belly as if she had any right.
But it wasn’t just anger. No.
It was something deeper.
A wildness stirred in my chest, rippling through my veins, awakening every do
