"Let's go! Come with me to the hospital! We can't keep this child!"
The old lady was pulling Grace Adams by the arm, trying to drag her outside.
"Mom!" Grace held onto the edge of the counter with one hand, "I know you're angry, it's my fault. Let's talk at the back; there are guests here, we..."
"What back room? Are you afraid of losing face?" Old Lady Adams clenched her chest, stomping the ground with hatred and pointing fiercely at Grace's head, "You! You! Are you trying to shorten my life, trying to anger me to death?"
"Alyssa, Colton, you two, help me get her into the car. We must go to the hospital today!"
"Mom! I'm not going!" Grace stepped back step by step, the child was now her only hope and expectation. Every day the child moved in her belly, that kind of blood connection moved her deeply and brought her great joy.
