After the divorce, I hid his child — until the day of delivery, when the doctor pulled down his mask and left me speechless…

The landlady downstairs began looking at me with quiet curiosity, and once, when I was buying baby clothes from a sidewalk vendor, I caught my reflection in a store window and barely recognized the woman staring back.

She looked older than twenty-seven. Not ugly, not ruined, but sharpened by something harsh enough to cut softness out of her face.

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