I No Longer Search for Love's Traces in My Pain

Ten years ago, my best friend Loretta broke the rules and took a yacht out that hit a reef. After the boat capsized, she peeled the only good life vest off my five-year-old daughter Scarlett with her own hands so she could save her own daughter. Scarlett sank right in front of her, and I was hurt so badly that I lost the ability to have children. Ten years later, I came home early to celebrate my mother's birthday, and found Loretta's daughter living in Scarlett's room, wearing Scarlett's keepsake locket, calling my mother Grandma.