Maybe this was for the best. If these people could kill the mothers, who knew what fate awaited the children? Besides, how could she possibly escape carrying a newborn infant, with nothing to feed him, no way to protect him from the cold?
Keysha dressed quickly, completely oblivious to the time. It could be eleven at night or five in the morning. All she knew was that this would be the last day of her life if she did not flee. She lifted the window, pressed against the screen and pushed her way out. The bramble bush scratched her face, but the cold night air felt strangely refreshing. As she pulled her trailing leg through, the screen pinched her, tore her dress and opened a shallow cut on her thigh. At another time, three months before to be exact, she would have considered this worthy o
