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My heart aches at the thought of my baby at another woman’s breast, but I tell myself the hurt will fade away once I can only feel the child’s warmth in my arms.
A baby.
My baby.
I’d felt it as soon as I’d laid eyes on the child. A certain instinct. An instant kinship.
A yearning to love and nourish and protect.
“Can I hold him…her?” I say, realizing I don’t know the sex of my own child.
Silence.
I open my eyes and stare at my stepmother. She’s dressed in fine yellow silks, her hair tucked into neat curls underneath a hat with a striped feather poking off the side.
She looks ridiculous. She looks like she’s been out, which is strange, because she’s been here with me, with the baby, the whole time.
Her mouth is pressed into a hard line.
“Where is my baby?”
The words are a whisper, a plea. A promise that I’ll be nothing but the best of girls if only she’ll tell me.
“You have to understand, child. Without your father, we are penniless. The money has run out, and at the moment, we eat—we live—by the generosity of our neighbors’ hands.”
I don’t understand. Why is she talking about money when I’m asking about my baby?
“Where is my baby?” My voice is hoarse, and I hardly recognize it.
“Neighbors would have talked. We could have crafted a story, but it would not be taken as coincidence that a baby showed up on our doorstep after no one had seen you for months.”
“Clarissa…” It’s the gentlest, kindest way I’ve said her voice since she married my father. It’s desperate and dishonest, but I’ll do anything, say anything to keep her from making this decision, from saying what I think she’s about to say. To take it back. To tell me it was all to frighten me into good behavior.
“The child would have been mocked, ridiculed its entire life. There would have been no prospects for it. No prospects for you. And your shame would have fallen upon my daughters’ shoulders. I had to do what was best for my children. As a mother, surely you understand that, Blaise.”
I blink, and her voice goes numb in my ears, like my head’s been dunked under water.
The same sensation settles over my heart.
“You’re a mother now. You have to learn to put your child’s needs above your own. The baby is safe, well-fed. It will grow up in riches, with a name and title you never could have given it. It will have both a mother and a father. It will have a life.”
“WHERE IS MY BABY?”
The cry is so shrill, it feels as though it sends a crack down my throat. A crack that spreads like a hairline fracture that runs the distance between my words and my chest and my soul.
Clarissa places her hands upon mine. “It is not your baby anymore. You would do well to remember that.”
I lunge, pain engulfing me, ripping me to shreds just as I’ll rip her to shreds, just as I’ll claw out her eyes and…
Clarissa screams and in rush the servants, but she doesn’t need them for protection, because I haven’t stood in days and the blood rushes to my legs all at once and I fall.
I don’t fight them when they haul me back to bed.
I don’t fight at all.
A week later,Clarissa sends word to my room that the king has offered me a position in the palace as a maid. The servant tells me this is good news, but the words have the feel of Clarissa all over them, and I roll back over in my bed and shut my eyes without saying a word.
It takesthree servants unable to get a response out of me for Clarissa to visit, though this time she stands at the door rather than sitting at my bedside.
