Sins of the Mother

Madam Cordelia Lancaster's POV.

The cold metal bench in my cell pressed against my back as I leaned against the wall, knees pulled to my chest. I stared at the gray cement floor, the cracks running through it like veins, and felt the weight of everything I had done crushing me. My chest heaved as silent sobs wracked my body, and I pressed a trembling hand to my mouth to muffle the sound. The tears