She stood near the entrance of the grocery store, one hand resting on her swollen belly, the other clutching the thin fabric of her worn sweater. Her face was pale, dotted with dark bruises along her cheekbones and arms. She couldn’t have been more than seventeen.
“Please,” she whispered to people passing by. “Just some hot soup.”
Most avoided her eyes.
I was reaching for my wallet when my husband’s voice cut through the cold afternoon air.
“Get a job and get sterilized!” he barked, loud enough for half the parking lot to hear.
The girl flinched as if he had struck her. Her eyes dropped to the pavement. A few shoppers glanced over, embarrassed—but no one said anything.
I felt something twist painfully inside my chest.
“Wait,” I called softly.
My husband had already stormed ahead, muttering about “lazy people” and “bad choices.” I lingered behind, pretending to check my bag. Quietly, I stepped toward her and slipped four crisp hundred-dollar bills into her trembling hand.
She looked up at me, startled.
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She was deemed unfit for marriage.
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