????The Girl Who Was Buried Pregnant (Part 2) Ifeoma stood there, dripping earth and silence, belly round, skin pale as candlewax. Her mother stumbled back, the knife slipping from her hand. The ground pulsed—like a heartbeat. "Mama…" Ifeoma whispered again, voice layered, as if more than one throat was speaking through her. "I… I buried you!" her mother cried, voice cracking with terror. "I sealed you with salt and ash!" Ifeoma smiled. The kind of smile that did not belong to the living—or the dead. "You buried the body," she said. "But not the promise." The candle blew out. Darkness
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