Halfway through the meal, my throat suddenly started to itch, my arms and legs went weak and numb, and I fell to the ground.
In disbelief, I glanced at my mother.
Standing up, she lost the kind look on her face and kicked me twice in the stomach.
“You worthless thing! You dare call the police on me? Think you’re untouchable now? Luckily, I found your old medical files; you’re allergic to peanuts. I only added a bit of peanut powder to your food.”
My face burned red as I grabbed at my tightening throat, gasping for air.
My sister had been sitting on the couch cracking sunflower seeds, but she stood with an evil grin, clapped her hands, and opened the door.
A bald, heavy man around fifty walked in. Rubbing his hands together, he let his cloudy eyes move over me like he was pricing something for sale.
Cold sweat covered my whole body as my eyes went wide.
“She’s really pregnant? If she’s not, I don’t want her.”
My sister laughed. “Baldwin, I already took fifty thousand from you. You think I’d lie? She’s really pregnant, three months along. I just have one rule: make sure the video and photos are clear.”
“No problem.”