Carolyn Toms-Neary
The Angel in the Apple Tree
His sour odor washes over me until my guts shrivel and my soul screams. His cruel demanding fingers dig into my face. “Look me in the eye, Branca. Look at me! Say it! Tell your daddy how much you love him…”
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