Chapter Twenty Three

I couldn’t help but wonder if I was a despicable person in my first life. If I was someone who had no compassion for others and acted like I was better than everyone else maybe that’s why I was like this. Maybe that’s why I had to suffer like this.

It’s been two weeks since I left Amelia’s house. Two weeks since I’d slept in a comfortable bed, weeks since I’d had anything good to eat. I spent half of my day searching through garbage bags for leftover pizzas, fruits that were still good that were thrown out by the owners, and other food items I knew would hurt me or my baby if I consumed them.

I never slept in the same place twice. I always moved sleeping places every time a new homeless person arrives to claim the place. I always choose to leave in peace because I knew those kinds of people are never unharmed. I would much rather find shelter somewhere else than have some beggar stab me with a knife.

I was wandering the street that night when it suddenly started raining. I had to r