"Tell her you hate her." "I won't," says the child. "You know you want to." "I don't. I love her." "She doesn't love anyone." "Grandma loves everyone. You just want me to cry. I can see it on your face." The woman sticks out her tongue. "I love you best when you look like this," he said, his mouth and eyes smiling, perhaps with a bit too much smugness to make love seem real. But she could see the fondness for her, just around the outside of his eyes, the kind reserved for a favourite toy. Like a doll. Her best is on her knees, her face running and her throat bruised. She lets the hate and contempt rise into her eyes. She lets him see it. Fuck you. He laughs at her then and when he stops, he contemplates her. "Yes. Like this. You're beautiful." "I screamed for 50 hours, didn't I, Mommy?" "At least 50 minutes. I'm sure our neighbours enjoyed it." Fin...