As Maggie looked at her mother’s weathered face, tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Mom, please don’t make me do this!”

Maggie was resolute, unwilling to back down.

“Maggie, I’ve never begged you for anything before. But this time, I’m kneeling to beg you. If you refuse, I’ll never stand up again.”

Helena rose from the bed, intending to kneel before Maggie.

Maggie hurriedly stopped Helena. Her voice choked with emotion.

don’t. I… I

I’m really

were still a tempestuous storm,

rage, she slapped

the street. How could he have

believe she was no different from

as if she

pang of unexplained guilt washed

Rosalynn retreated

workstation was

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