“HER STEPMOTHER SHAVED HER HEAD SO NO ONE WOULD WANT HER… BUT THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE STATE CHOSE HER ANYWAY.”yyes
The first lock of hair fell to the ground without making a sound.
Not even a sigh.
Just that soft, sad sliver of dark hair touching the dry earth of the backyard… as if something valuable had been plucked out and discarded without a second thought.
Ana didn’t move.
She was on her knees, her hands open on her simple cream-colored skirt, already stained with dust. She didn’t scream. She didn’t beg. She did nothing.
Because at that moment he understood something very clearly:
nothing he did was going to stop him.
—Let’s see what man would want something as useless as you —said Doña Marta, his stepmother, with a calmness that was more frightening than any scream.
The knife slid again.
Another lock of hair.
Then another one.
Ana closed her eyes. Tears began to fall, silent, steady… the kind that don’t seek comfort, only an escape.
Her hair… was the only thing she had ever been praised for.
Since childhood.
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