“You are not fit to be a mother,” Her Mother-in-Law hissed, her voice a low, venomous whisper. “You are broken. A liability. Luna deserves better than a cripple.” Maya screamed again, a primal sound of utter helplessness, tears streaming down her face. She tried to push herself up, to fight, but her useless legs were a cruel reminder of her captivity. As her Mother-in-Law calmly turned, picked up the baby carrier that Maya hadn't even realized was in the room, and walked out, the sound of Luna’s