Ink And Fury

In it, Annie was crouching down to adjust Rosy’s shoe. The little girl was laughing—head tilted back, arms waving in delight.

Rosy.

Rosy, with her chubby cheeks and bright eyes.

Rosy, who could have been hers if fate had bent differently.

Judith stared.

That smile burned holes through her eyes....

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