a son. “Do you want to stay here?”
The chef lifted her eyes, filled with fear and something deeper—long-buried shame. “No…” she cried softly. “She said I belong here… because I’m the mother…” Her voice trembled as she glanced toward the woman in the gown. “…because I’m the mother of someone like you, and she was ashamed of it.”
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