Grace got furious, dug her fork into the sausage with anger, and burst out, “Mom, please! Cut us some slack. She did this to herself in the first place. If only she kept her morals and dignity in check, she wouldn’t have to be traded this way. She was nothing but...”
“She was and is still my daughter, and you are no saint!”
Her mother’s words cut through Grace’s heart like a sharp, double-edged dagger. She was not a saint. How so when she was still a virgin? How was she not a saint when she had not dignified them by getting herself f****d by some son of a b***h and getting herself pregnant like her sister? Ayana was their daughter, yes. Nothing would ever change that, even though they had disowned her. She was aware of that. But she was a much better daughter than Ayana ever was!
Grace'
