The Girl on a Leash
Her mother’s flaky hands scraped against her daughter’s forehead. Once they had been like candle wax. She said, “Are we wrong?” Her father said, “Do you want to raise… More
Her mother’s flaky hands scraped against her daughter’s forehead. Once they had been like candle wax. She said, “Are we wrong?” Her father said, “Do you want to raise… More