Saving Noah

by Lucinda Berry

“He stopped being my son when he raped those girls.”

He didn’t say he loved me too. I couldn’t remember the last time he had.

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“You can’t say that. How do you know that? You don’t know that.” “You want to know how I know?” He leaned into me, his face inches from mine. “Because I’m a man, and men aren’t supposed to have thoughts or fantasies about touching little girls. It’s sick and disgusting.”