Chapter 25
OLALLIE The morning sunrises, poking me in swollen eyes. My hungry stomach grumbles for substance. The little nugget begins to shift, and I hold my breath, hoping Lawson isn’t awakened. “Olallie, baby.” He calls me from his dreams, my name remaining on his lips. Maybe I would have been honored with being that woman in another generation. Lawson’s hand still holding me, I rearrange its position over the bundle of energy that starts to punch my gut. “This is your daddy. He is the bravest man I’ve ever known. Don’t worry, little one, he’ll come around. You’ll be special, and I won’t go a day without telling you how much you are loved. Because you are.” Sobs break through my chest. “We created you in desperation. But you won’t live a life of struggles. They were ours, and you don’t need
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