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February 8 - February 9, 2025
I refuse to stare into those cold green eyes. Scarlett’s eyes. The eyes I gazed into as I lit her house on fire.
How could a mother let men touch her daughter? How could she hear my cries and collect her coin as I suffered?
She was my mother, Sky. She was my mother, and all I ever wanted was for her to love me. She’s made me feel unlovable and for that… I don’t hate her. I hate myself.
If more people with compassion chose to see the ugly and not turn a blind eye, maybe this world would be a better place.