Mom has a long, jagged scar the entire length of her leg from that encounter, and Winnie always thought it was the coolest feature Francesca Wednesday bore. A stretch of puckered skin to wear proudly. But that’s because Winnie has never considered how much it might have hurt to receive. She has never considered that her mother almost died from it, and that she wouldn’t exist today if not for Aunt Rachel right there to help her. I shouldn’t be here.
