Shadows of Yesterday
Language: en
It was the fifth year of my marriage to the butcher when my young son, Leo, got into trouble with a nobleman from the Capital over a worn-out handkerchief. I pulled him behind me, kneeling on the cobblestones to plead for mercy. The carriage curtain remained perfectly still. From within, a young, cold voice sneered. “You’re begging for him? Who are you to him?” I lowered my head, my voice barely a whisper. “I am his mother.” A sudden, deathly silence fell inside the carriage, then erupted into a laugh that was sharp with rage. “You don’t even recognize your own flesh and blood, yet you’re…