He no longer trusted her, and she couldn’t do anything anymore. If the woman dropped even a strand of her hair, he would blame it on her. She placed a hand on her stomach and shut her eyes. She had to protect this child. As long as the baby was still here, then it all would still belong to her, even if it was just half.
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“Mommy, does it hurt? Let me blow on your pain.” Rainy climbed onto Lucia’s lap and blew hard at her mother's wound. Her mouth almost went numb from all the blowing.
“It doesn’t hurt.” Lucia hugged her daughter. “Mommy will heal soon, don’t worry.” She was such a caring child. Lucia gently caressed Rainy’s hair, and then she took the doll from the side and placed it in her hands.
“Okay, go play by yourself. Mommy’s going to make some good food for you.” She patted her
