Chapter 20 The Little Girl In Black

• The incident at the florist was like a nightmare that haunted me. I couldn't just ignore it. How could a stranger say all that to me? These were my babies, not the devil's babies like she said.
• I touched the birthmark on my wrist.
• This birthmark. Is there something to it? Mom always told me that this was my uniqueness. There's nothing special about it other than its unique, tattoo-like shape. If there were something about it, Mom would have told me.