I Helped A Pregnant Woman Buy Milk And Bread — The Next Day, A Convoy Of SUVs Pulled Up Outside

stubbornly to my clothes.

My hands were rough and cracked from years of cleaning chemicals. The skin around my knuckles split open every winter, and no amount of lotion seemed capable of fixing it anymore.

I leaned against the counter for a moment, catching my breath.

The house was silent.

Not peaceful.

Not comforting.

Just silent.

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