I walked through freezing snow with my newborn because my parents said we were broke. Suddenly, my wealthy grandpa pulled up. “Why aren’t you driving the Mercedes

Snow buried the road like a white graveyard, and my newborn’s cries were the only thing stopping me from collapsing into it. I had Lily wrapped inside my coat against my chest, but her tiny body still shook with every savage gust of wind.

“Just a little farther,” I whispered, even though I had no idea where farther was anymore.

Behind me, my parents’ mansion glowed warm and golden through the storm. Inside, my mother was probably pouring tea while my father checked the locks on the doors.

An hour earlier, I had stood in their marble foyer with blood still drying beneath my hospital bracelet.

“Dad, please,” I begged. “The baby’s freezing. Let me take the car.”

My father’s mouth twisted coldly. “What car?”