Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement

“I wanted a grandchild,” Gloria said.

“That’s all it was.

And now the girl’s gone, and Trent has nothing, and that baby’s going to be born somewhere I can’t afford the gas to get to.”

Trent said, “Mom.” Only that.

She patted her chest and kept her hand there.

“There’s eleven thousand in the credit union,” she said.

“The rest is in a CD.

I’ll lose the interest.”