#Chapter19

A month passed quickly. I was released from the hospital last week and I currently live in the apartment that Tricia herself took. I don’t even have a cent in my pocket because I left the money and my ATM and passbook at our home. Fortunately, Tricia owned the hospital so I didn’t pay anything.

I’m having a hard time, especially that it’s hard to forget what happened to me. For the rest of my life, I will remember my child. I don’t even know what he looks like. This is the painful part, you know there is life inside you, and you’re expecting it, but because of some...