“Mom, I mean it. I want to have my own child soon.” I texted my mother.

During my hospital stay, the doctor told me that this latest incident had significantly weakened my health. I should get pregnant while I’m young and while I can.

My time is running out and I wouldn’t waste it on Lucille and the Zane twins.

Then, a sudden thought struck me: what if those twenty years are never a waste? What if they’re a lesson?

I looked up at the dull, gray sky. Thunder grumbled in the distance and raindrops started to fall from the heavens.

The doctor said it would take about a week...