The Good Deed That Killed Me
"Kaia Keene, first you refuse to do your good deeds, and now you're making up lies."
"I'm not lying! I ran out of money and got a part-time job. I met this old woman, and she wants me to give her a grandson—"
I rushed to explain, desperate to make her believe me.
She cut me off.
"Then have the baby. Give them a healthy boy, and I'll count it as ten years' worth of good deeds. You won't have to worry about your daily good deed anymore."
The call disconnected.
I stared at the phone, stunned.