"When the sun rose on their home, the fear that life had made a cynic out of her still hung around her throat. And so without another word, she and her husband gathered up her unnamed son and their future tragedy, quarantining him again to the back seat of a car, blankets over his head, for when they looked at him, they no longer saw a little child, they saw a monster. They drove as many miles as there are strange ways to love."
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