I stared at the woman who betrayed me. I shouted, How could you? We are both daughters of Dessalines. She stood perfectly still. She did not blink. She did not look away with her dry eyes. By
Roxane Gay
I stared at the woman who betrayed me. I shouted, How could you? We are both daughters of Dessalines. She stood perfectly still. She did not blink. She did not look away with her dry eyes. By