“Mama?” Tracy's voice cut through her solitude and Maggie fought from giving a shriek of fright, as she jumped in her seat. When she looked up she noticed Tracy had managed to make it all the way to her chair without being heard.
“What's wrong, Tracy?”
“I had a bad dream and couldn't go back to sleep.” Tracy stated. “Not after today. Not after those ladies came here, or that call.”
“I'm sorry. You want to try some warm tea or milk?”
“No...I....” Tracy swallowed as she looked down at her feet. “Mama? Am I an abomination?”
Edited by Djkauf with some input and advice from Rev. Anam Chara
It's time for a bit of character building. A glimpse into how the Patterson's see religion and One of Maggie's darkest secrets. I have the rating up a bit due to subject matter.
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