The best thing that had happened lately was meeting Yvonne.
Ever since she’d met Tyrone, Alicia felt like luck had finally turned her way.
“Alicia.” She was just about to head home when she caught sight of Melanie, crouched by the door like a lost puppy that no one wanted.
Melanie’s eyes were red and swollen, as if she’d been crying only moments ago.
Alicia hurried over. “What happened? Did you break up with someone?”
Melanie shook her head and looked up at Alicia. “Can I stay with you for a few days?”
“Of course.” Alicia nodded and led her inside.
“How’s your mom doing? Is she feeling any better?” After all, Melanie’s mom had helped Tyrone once, so Alicia felt she should ask.
“She’s… okay,” Melanie replied, her voice hoarse.
There was a pause, then Melanie looked at her. “Alicia… is it true? Are you really pregnant?”
Alicia glanced down and nodded. “Yeah. I’m going to have a baby.”
Becoming a mother—it was still such a strange, miraculous feeling.
Melanie stared at Alicia’s belly, silent for a long time.
Her mother had sent her here, told her to find a way to push Alicia down the stairs and end the pregnancy.
“Were you always on your own, Alicia?” Melanie suddenly asked.
Alicia, pouring water for her, froze for a second, then nodded. “Yeah. I was left at an orphanage right after I was born.”
Melanie took a sip of water.
“I was adopted twice as a teenager, but both times I was sent back,” Alicia said, almost casually now. She’d finally learned to talk about her past without pain.
“Why?” Melanie’s curiosity was gentle.
“Both families eventually had kids of their own.” Alicia shrugged. “Blood ties really are strange that way.”
Melanie didn’t reply. Sometimes, blood wasn’t a blessing at all.
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