The Key

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Aoife threw a desperate glance over her shoulder, fearing the sound of heavy boots on the floor. When she didn't hear any, she turned back to the little bundle in the basket in her lap. Tears stung her eyes as she stared down at his perfect little face. She reached in and he took ahold of her callused finger. Her heart ached to hold him one more time. His sweet cues nearly tore her heart in two. How was she going to leave this wonderful child?

Aoife reached up and jerked off the key that hung on a string around her neck. Glancing around, she stuck it inside his blanket. "Keep this safe for me, my sweet boy! And please don't ever loose sight of the truth. I love you, my child. I love you so much. I don't want to give you away, but it's for your own good."

Aoife sniffed. Then she tensed. Solid footsteps sounded out in the hall. She lifted her baby from off her lap and placed the basket back where she'd found it. He was here. There was nowhere else to go. She hoped and prayed that God would watch over her son and use him to help her.

"God, protect my son and that key." She whispered. Then the door swung open. It was time.

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