The Night of the Knots
Elena’s arms trembled as she held the crying babies to her chest. Their small bodies pressed against the blue uniform, their tiny hands clinging to any fold as if, by pulling, they could wrest from her a comfort deeper than milk or a lullaby. The young woman’s lips brushed against their warm foreheads.
“Shhh, my …
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