The Billionaire's $500,000 baby

Liora

the back of your throat. It's the smell of people dying and people trying to stop it. Usually, I could handle it. I'd walk through those

a ghost. A wet,

ck and saw my footprints. They looked like a map of my failures. The security guard at the front desk looked at me with total disgust. He probably thought I was a junki

ep people like me out. Behind the desk sat a woman with hair pulled back so tight it looked like it was trying to

idn't look up. She was busy

d like a child. "I'm Liora Hayes. I spoke to so

ther people's tragedies. She finally looked up. She looked at my soaked uniform and my s

ss Hayes," she said. No 'hello.' No 'how a

ut. "But it's four in the morning. Banks aren't even open. I just lost my job an hour ago. I

file on her screen. "You are already three months behind on your own rent. Your credit score is non-existent. And your mother

to them. Not a teacher. Not a woman who lo

tantly. It made me look crazy. "She's been a teacher in this city for thirty years. She paid into her insurance her whole

ned forward. Her eyes were just like

ou have until 9:00 AM. After that, her bed in the ICU is assigned to a patient

oor. The tiles were cold against my skin. "Please, don't move her. The public ward is overcrowded.

fifty thousand dollars," she said. She turned back to he

mpty. I felt hollow. Like someone had scooped out my insides with a spoon. I t

ed to

breathing for people. I scrubbed my hands until they were red and raw. I put on one of tho

er room, I stopp

ow, she was buried under white blankets. She was tangled in plastic tubes. A machine whistled every few seconds, forcing air into he

rehead against

like a failure. "I'm so sorry I'm no

the man in the car again. He probably spent fifty thousand dollars on a watch. Or a set of tires. He probably didn't eve

all. Tick. Tick. Tick. Every minute was a heartbeat we w

you give to a car wreck. "She's a fighter, Liora. But she needs that surgery. Th

said. My voi

hard plastic chair in the waiting room and pulled out m

ah. I knew she'd say

t to vo

y old room

lly am. But I just put a down payment on a car. I li

didn't care about the interest

he unemployed, honey. You

t like I couldn't breathe. The sun started to come up, but it wasn't a pretty sunris

have a plan. I just hoped for a miracle. Maybe Mrs. Gabl

st reached for the printer. It made a whirring sound. She pulled

rough the slot

d. My heart felt like

team will be in your mother's room in fifteen minutes to move her to the county facility. You'll

felt hot in my hands. Like i

r," I whispered. M

nd, I saw something in her eyes. It wasn't kindness. It was

er anymore. I clutched the red paper

sharp gray suit that probably cost more than my life. He was holding a leather briefcase. He wasn

t me. Not at the desk. No

d. His voice was smooth. Li

I tried to look strong, but I was dripping wet

He didn't seem bothered by how I looked. "And I

would I? Men in suits didn't help girls i

looked at the red paper in my hand. "But first,

who had looked at me like I was dirt. I looked at the

choice. I neve