““Dessah pulled her legs up to her chest and laid her head between her knees. The mother that used to live inside of her didn’t feel like feeling anything. The mother that used to live inside of her didn’t feel like crying about or even imagining the state her young children were found in. Whoever had taken the place of the mother that used to live inside of her was someone who would be upset that the ugly gray house with her children in it had not burned to the ground.””
