Her mother had taken to getting up in the morning with her, despite not having to go to work till much later in the day. She would get out of the shower at around 5am, go downstairs, towel still wrapped around her head—to find her mother had already made her pancakes and Canadian bacon with heavy fake syrup drizzled over both. Her mother wouldn’t leave her alone anymore.

Killing the baby had been a good idea. Her mother obviously couldn’t take care of it. Grandma was a separate piece of work altogether. That baby wouldn’t have grown up to be much. She didn’t have the chance when it was still insider her, so she waited. It’s what I would have done.

Alison Lo Fraser
St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Karen Russell