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Skye Brown spoke to the baby, only six weeks old.
"You can understand Mom, right? Mom gave you a beautiful life, but can only let you leave this world first... Baby, Mom... Mom... I'm useless..."
Skye lowered her head, her almond-shaped eyes downcast, gently whispering to the baby in her belly, perhaps still just a sprout.
As she spoke, tears wet her eyes, and soon... her vision blurred.
She thought of Molly Lewis, thought of that poor child who has never been by her side since childhood.
She already let one down and now, she has to let down another.
It's too hard...
It's really too hard to make a decision...
If she chooses Molly Lewis, she has to lose the child in her belly.
If she chooses the baby in her belly, she has to lose Molly Lewis.
She... can't let go of Molly Lewis' chubby, soft little hand.
Can't let go of the child who looks at her with pure, innocent almond-shaped eyes, calling her Skye.
Can't let go... can't let go...
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