Story I am writing for NaNoWriMo. Please excuse any grammar/spelling errors, formatting problems, and typos.
William and Anna decide to adopt a child from the generically named Adoption Center. However, they soon discover that the Center isn't what it seems. Through bribes and blackmail, the couple are forced to keep the dark nature of the Center quiet. Not to mention their new daughter, who has lived her thirteen years in a bathroom-sized room and has never seen another living thing until now.
Loosely based on the Emilie Autumn song by the same name. As I live in Maryland, I will be including a calico cat and Black-Eyed Susans. Story is posted on deviantART and . (Yes, I am aware that it should not be on FF.n. However, for certain reasons I cannot get a FictionPress account until January.)
Now, if you will excuse me, I must get back to writing.
The doorbell rings.
A young woman, eyes red from tears, walks to answer it.
As she opens the door, she discovers that the caller is an official-looking middle-aged man.
It is clear they have never met, though they know very well each other s business here.
A few polite words are exchanged, and she leads him into the parlor.
The furniture and d cor all go nicely together, but for one, notable, element: a worn,, old-looking bassinet.
The man quickly strides over to the bassinet. He peers inside. Asks the woman a few questions in a very professional manner, to which she responds with simple, one-word answers.
The man takes the handle of the bassinet and shows himself out.
Now alone in the parlor, the woman falls onto the sofa and weeps.