C50 She wants to get her child back

She wants the baby back

The look shot into my eyes like a strong, warm electric current, and I felt my cheeks begin to throb, my hands clawing at my fists, then my feet coming together. I froze there, motionless, and she froze too, her eyes never leaving mine, but then she smiled.

She wore black clothes, a black silk shirt, and even her pants were black. Her fair skin, her exposed hands, neck