Mary Grace raised her head. Lips, cracked and bleeding, spoke. “Me have so much me want to forget.” — Rachel jolted awake. Mary Grace’s face was inches from hers, eyes open and brimming with the same pain as the dream-daughter’s. Rachel touched Mary Grace’s cheek. “Me understand,” she whispered. Some things were best left unsaid.
Being a parent and unable to protect your children from unspeakable horrors is a horror in and of itself. Then, to be the child experiencing the horror and knowing that nothing can be done, is suffering unlike no other
