A Mother's Curse, A World Undone

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can't. Becau

pen when I say

saster prophecy" as

g with nods, shakes of my head, and

ix years old, bright, a littl

sband, had him

l, successful construct

o now had

ful, a bartender at so

e was like ice, even over the phone, t

there was a litt

I gripped the pho

got into my new handbag. Spilled som

Noah, fascinated b

ting out of hand. Says you're... well, not

My silence, always

ed. For Noah's own

ed, dread coili

n by some ex-military guy. Teaches

o

terrified

n when he was three. Chased him. Barked i

phone, scrambl

office, my hands sh

, looking annoye

s desk, scribbled frantical

it, then at me

good. He needs to learn re

ok my head again, trying to convey the danger, the unspoken fea

nees. I didn't kn

eaded with my

being dramatic. It's a goo

oftly on the polished wood floor, agai

, Kevin

me up, his

appening. It'll teach him a lesso

me towards

. It's just fo

. So

. My silence, my inability

a deeper terr

d nothing to do