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Stained Glass- Chapter Three

The orphanage was full of children but this baby was special.

The name Rayne seemed to fit her.

Not just because of the circumstances, which brought her there, but because of her beautiful voice.

The ladies in waiting fed her and played with her more than the other children.

She always seemed to have a song to sing.

The colors as the sun would shine through the stained glass, would bring it out.

The soft cooing sounds that came from her were like angels crying in the wind.



She Sings- Chapter Two

The baby was tiny. She only weighed 4 ounces at birth. When her mother came into the church pregnant and dripping from the pounding rain, everyone stared. Why had they stared? Had they never seen a pregnant woman before? Her mother clutched the back of the pew as another labor pain hit and she couldn’t help but scream.

She had never felt such an agonizing stabbing feeling. The ladies in waiting looked over her as she writhed and twisted, trying to make the pain subside. Then she fainted.

When she awoke, she was cradling her tiny baby in her arms. The baby cried, little cries that sounded like music. She would never know that her baby would one day enrapture a generation.

They called her Rayne because of the violent rain that fell that night. The rain that felt like it would never end.

Tiny little Rayne was scooped up and taken to the nursery. Her mother could hear her singing cries as they whisked her baby away.

Rayne would never know the woman who gave birth to her that night, nor the man who helped to create her in a desperate attempt at a marriage.



Winter In July, Chapter One

She was fed up, done, finished. Time to leave. She pulled the small suitcase off of the top shelf in the closet and began to pack. Not everything can come, she thought. Only her favorite things would make the cut.

As she filled the suitcase, she felt the strength of motherhood growing inside her and understood. The baby, my only baby. She had to get away from this little house, a difficult man and a loveless marriage. He had left for the day and she knew he would be back. She knew this was her chance to get out.

She grabbed the scarf from the drawer, the orange one she had loved, along with a wad of cash she had secretly saved and walked through the small doorway for the last time.

She looked up to the sky. The clouds were growing dark and were ominously gathering around her.

She feared the torrential storm was on its way and that she wouldn’t make it on time for the last train to take her away.

She hurried along, holding her belly in a calming way so the baby would know she was there. She was there. She would always be there, no matter what, for this child.