Little Sonya was starved and humiliated by a harridan of a mother-in-law and her blindly devoted mama’s-boy son.
The silence in the apartment was oppressive—thick as jelly, and just as sticky. Only the soft scrape of a fork along the rim of an almost empty plate disturbed it. At the table sat a small nine-year-old girl, her gaze fixed on the single spoonful of mashed potatoes smeared in a thin, pitiful layer across […]
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