“And you’ve made your choice.” She had. Whether she denied it or not, she chose him. She would always choose him. But this time, I was choosing my siblings over her. “You don’t understand,” she wailed. “You don’t see.” “Then get up, Mam.” Tears filled my eyes, and it honestly felt like she stuck her hand through my chest and wrapped it around my heart. “Get up off your knees and walk out of this house with me.” “I can’t.” She shook her head, eyes pleading. “He’ll kill me.” He’ll kill them, too, I wanted to scream. What part of that didn’t she get? How the fuck could she justify keeping them in
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