THE FIRST HOSPITALIZATION

As I left The Lion Palace Hotel, I caught sight of a man stepping out of a car that probably cost more than the house I lived in. Hell, that machine was worth more than my entire life, no doubt.

I shook my head, scolding myself. Since when did I care about luxury cars?

Hurrying along, I bumped into someone. I looked up and there he was—the guy who’d helped me when I was screaming for help on the sidewalk, about to give birth.

I swallowed ...