When he was born, she promised herself that she’d protect him—no matter
what. After all, he was the brightest piece of truth in her otherwise
miserable life. But promises are easier made than kept; especially when
you’re a single mother in a world dominated by white men short on
empathy. However, she had a reason to live and she wasn’t willing to
give up on him. Which also explains why she had to fatally knife her
tormentor inside a shack on the tea plantation with her little one being
the sole witness of the horrific but necessary crime.
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