She absently dropped a candy wrapper in the trash. Her eyes remained fixed on the factories in the distance, smoke billowing from the always churning smokestacks.
It was the man, a well-regarded gentleman by most accounts, who’d made her a pariah among the workers in those factories. More specifically: what she’d done to the man. He would have done horrible things to her and the girl if she hadn’t. She couldn’t prove it of course, but she knew. She did what she did to save them.
A smile crossed her lips, certain he’d never find the girl, his only daughter.
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