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the trigger in front of Willow if I don't do
as she says. How do I look this
beautiful, perfect girl in the eye and say
words I don't even believe myself? But
it's Chelsea's terms. This is her game,
and the rule is that I tell Willow that I am
not her biological mother.
"Mom." Willows voice cracks. She
strains against the cuffs.
"I missed you, baby." I choke out
the words. She looks so small. Like the
