How Helping A Pregnant Beggar Took A Dark Twist She Never Expected
Tables Have Turned
Up until that moment, Marian had held control, secretly trailing the beggar without detection. Yet now, the roles had shifted. The woman stood before her, eyes locked, observing her with an unsettling intensity. “Why are you following me?” she asked, her voice calm yet piercing.
Marian, crouched on the ground, fumbled to gather the scattered oranges from her bags, suddenly feeling vulnerable. The woman’s gaze seemed to strip away any pretense she had held. She couldn’t bring herself to look away or find a response. The air hung thick with tension as she felt the weight of her actions settle heavily around her.
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