I scraped together every penny I could and bought the cheapest medication available, and through news headlines and magazine covers, I pieced together the story of a man who'd made it.
Then came the day we met again at the bridal shop.
I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze, the report crumpled in my fist, barely able to walk a straight line.
I hadn't gotten far when I ran into Rebecca, fresh from a prenatal checkup. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw me. She snatched the report from my hand. "Well, well. Heart disease?"
She let out a cold laugh.
"Elaine Cox. Five years ago you thought he was too poor, so you got rid of the baby and dumped him. Now that he's rich, what, you're hoping he'll pay for your treatment?"
"Let me make one thing clear. Sean is mine now. Don't even think about it."
I drew a slow breath and finally spoke.
"Miss Henson, Sean and I were never headed in the same direction. We were just too young back then."
"I'll figure out the medical bills on my own. Take good care of him. I wish you both a happy marriage."
I stepped around her. I'd barely taken two steps before a shriek split the air behind me.