*Retta*

In a seedy bar, in a village I’ve never been in before, I’m approached by a questionable looking man who wants to know if this baby I’ve got strapped to my chest is the only one I have to sell.

“What do you mean?” I ask him. “Do I look like I just had a fucking litter of pups?”

He chuckles under his breath. “No, gorgeous. You don’t look like you just gave birth to a damn pup at all. I’m just asking because I kind of got the impression that one isn’t yours. Maybe you got some sort of a baby trafficking ring going on?”

It’s an interesting...