Two-year-old, blonde-headed Darcy splashed in the bathtub amid suds and toys.
I can't tell him, he's a cop. He arrests people who do this. Would he arrest me? How long can I continue like this without seriously injuring Darcy or baby Mark?
Darcy's frightened face flashed before me, wrenching my heart like a tree being uprooted by the wind. I don't want to hurt them. I love them. I want to be the best mother in the world. But I'm so far from that.
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