Xia Mo sat up in bed and eyed the clock on the wall. It was ten.
She then put on a coffee-colored, floral maternity dress, wore a light pink jersey over it, and crept down the stairs.
She then steathily ran away from the house.
She brought nothing with her and didn’t know where she was heading either. She only knew that she had to escape from there, find a place where no one could find her, and birth the child. She didn’t want the child whom she had longed for to be given to someone else!
She didn’t have a penny on her, nor did she know where she could turn to.
With tears in her eyes, she had held onto her large belly, crossed the street, and kept going straight until she couldn’t walk anymore. She then sat on a long bench by the sidewalk and gingerly massaged her swollen legs.