Stories - Part 2

“Please… don’t let me die out here.” pleaded the wounded officer as a lone single father pulled over on a rain-slick highway to help

“You’re blind. He’s poor. It’s a suitable match” her father declared as he shoved her into a hurried marriage with the beggar by the mosque

“It seems to me you could use this more than I can,” Walter offers his last twenty to a stunned biker outside Mason’s Grill

“Pretend they were her sons” she pleaded, hands trembling as the man determined to take her house arrived

“They may never speak.” — doctors’ grim prognosis that drove a billionaire to secretly surveil his triplets, only for the nanny to be caught on camera doing the unthinkable

“It’s all right,” I murmured as I bent to cradle a baby left on my doorstep wrapped in my missing daughter’s denim jacket

“You’re done here. We got what we wanted. Don’t bother looking back,” Ryan sneered as he tossed my emptied ATM card on the table while my parents laughed

“I’m not dividing anything! The apartment belongs to me — end of discussion!” I shot back, staring straight into my husband’s eyes

“For once in your life, try being useful to this family.” Evelyn snapped, ordering Victoria to cancel David’s birthday preparations and pick up her daughter from JFK

“The boy said you bought a three-bedroom apartment downtown. Well, I’ll be the only one living in it!” Rita declared, storming at Emily and accusing her of a secret purchase

“Mommy, look what I made at school today!” cried Lily, as I froze at the ajar door and overheard a private conversation

“So your mother has high blood pressure, and I’ve got a money-printing press on my nightstand?” Emily shot back, yanking the iron’s cord from the outlet

“Okay, Mom. I’ll figure it out.” David said quietly, his face draining as he stared at the staggering cost of an experimental treatment

“Maybe we could skip it this time?” she ventured, tired of being treated like a guest in her own home

“Take them,” she muttered, then drained their accounts and vanished

“I don’t have a mom,” the little girl whispered, and Emily, shaken, stays beside her and reaches for her hand

“Dad… my back hurts” — Michael canceled a multibillion-dollar deal and raced home to an eerily silent mansion

“I may not have much, but I have them” Ethan whispers, clutching his triplets as bills pile on the kitchen counter

“Emily could not.” Michael Wakefield refuses the doctors’ prognosis and hunts for a way to save her

“She didn’t do it! Emily didn’t do it!” the four-year-old screamed as she burst into the courtroom and pointed at her stepmother