The Crash

by Freida McFadden

Soon, I’m going to be rich beyond my wildest dreams. And it’s all because of the baby growing inside me.

Evangeline

OUABH reference?

But as I search the depth of my handbag, I notice one other thing that’s missing. My pepper spray.

I need to do this for my daughter. Please save us, Mama! I’m counting on you! I can’t let her down.

I’m still here, Mama. You’ve got me! I do still have my daughter. The one blessing is that she made it through this, still okay.

I know what she’s thinking. Even though the umbilical cord got cut, we still share a connection that we’ll have forever. After all, she was the only other person with me down in that basement.