Chapter 1919

My birth was a mistake.

My mother, Annette Austin, often leaned by the window, waiting for my father's return.

Enoch worked long hours, leaving early and coming back late. For a while, they lived like any ordinary couple, calm and quiet.

During that time, we were like rats in a dark sewer, hiding in a house that never saw daylight.

That house trapped both Annette and me.

I clearly remembered the day Annette took me to the market.

Enoch had given her. Back when she was a dancer, her moves were like a butterfly's. Graceful

market, people pointed

by some rich guy. Got pregnant out of wedlock

up with a big shot. Look at her, all dolled up, probably out to

to think for myself. I saw how they

these veggies?" Annette asked a

arms. "I won't sell it

No


the whole market

her over. "Come

hesitated, but he grabbed her arm. She

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