It was Maine.
She'd been recovering in the hospital, and her mother, who'd never left her side this whole time, didn't show up today.
No one was there to take care of her. No one was there to bring her anything to eat.
Her stomach was screaming with hunger, and she missed her mom so badly.
Somehow, she'd managed to follow the memory of her mom's workplace and find her way here all by herself.
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Looking at her small, pale, frail face still recovering from surgery, my heart ached so badly it hurt.
But I had no idea how to act around this child I'd been separated from for six long years.
"Maine, you… when did you get here? Did you hear anything we said?" I stammered the words out.
She was just a kid. She never should have been dragged into all this messy adult drama.
I was just
