She watched the little girl fidget in the passenger seat. Biting her nails. Waiting for the tiny pimp to come out of the clinic. She had watched a lot of girls come in and out of this place. Seen the relief and the sadness. Known that she could have given them another option. Take care of them. Care for the baby inside them.
The little girl rolled down the window of the truck and spit out her fingernails. Her face was starting to fill out from the tiny life growing inside her. There were dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep.
She wouldn’t make the same mistakes with this one.
There had been so much blood in the tent. The girl torn apart. The baby gone, too. All the time she’d spent watching from a distance, wasted. She’d waited too long for her moment. It happened so fast.
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