No Longer His Doll

a mask of feigned sorrow and gentle concern. Jessica was w

erformed a miracle. Our baby... she managed to save our baby boy." He gestured to th

by this monster and his lover. But I looked at Michael, at Jessica' s triumphant smirk, and I knew

hispered, letting

g. "He needs you, Sarah. He

ishment for the child of the woman who had helped destroy my life, who had celebrated my mother' s death. Eac

d nearby, her comments dripping with malice. "Look at her, Mi

rah. Your mother, doting on you. My life... my past... it' s all your family' s fault. You took everything from me, even before

Sarah. It' s not natural," she' d said, her voice thin from her illness. I had dismissed her, full of my "lo

Sarah. He was always mine. You were just a convenient detour, a way for him

servitude, the ghost of my own baby a constant, silent companion. Maria's truth was the only