She stared at me with her bright red eyes. I looked into them. Blood dripped from them and onto my broken hand. Her name was Eliza. Not Elizabeth or Lizzy, Eliza. "Where did your mommy say she was going again?" I asked her. "She said daddy was making a big mistake with Auntie. That's what she told me. Then she made me sit in my room while she called you." I rubbed the blood from her eyes and sat with her in my lap on the steps in her front yard. She mumbled things I couldn't comprehend as she struggled to get comfortable. Her breathing got faster and faster. I began to cry. "Thanks."
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