Magnolia had nodded, because she didn’t know what else to do in the face of a verdict said like law.
Then she’d gone home and told herself she didn’t care.
Told herself she didn’t want babies anyway.
But the truth lived under her stubbornness like a bruise: she wanted a life that was hers. A home. A family. A place where she didn’t have to apologize for existing.
So when the telegram arrived, she didn’t feel romance.
She felt something sharper.
Being needed.
Not for her quietness.
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