Guess Who Wins, Again
In my last life, Ruth and I were stuck in an orphanage, leaning on each other just to get by.
When we turned 17, two families came looking to adopt.
One was a butcher who sold pork at the market. The other? A flashy, rich couple who practically owned half the town.
Ruth didn't waste a second. She turned on the charm, buttering up the couple with fake smiles and teary pleas until they caved and picked her.
When it was my turn, though, she shoved me to the ground. "Daddy," she whined, clinging to the man's arm, "it'd be so much better if you just adopted me. I don't want anyone else stealing your love."
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