Shelly seemed to have reached a point where she balked at recounting her past. Her voice, thick and strained, had broken into a series of unintelligible croaks complementing the anguish in her face.
Mark curled his fingers into fists and gritted his teeth. “Go on.”
Shelly waited, letting the brunt of her emotional turmoil pass, before continuing.
After the labor was over, she took a glance at her baby boy.
In a snap, all the repulsion and the feeling of defilement left her completely. Women may experience a profound change of heart the moment they claim motherhood, and Shelly emerged from her experience a mother who could not bear to part with her son.
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