Valeria closed her eyes for a second and her head bumped against the wall on which that row of seats was supported. She had slept, eaten, and waited in that chair for almost a week.

Alice was very sick. The fever had taken five days to break, and Valeria could no longer remember when she had stopped crying. Her thoughts were dull and too painful. Although Alice's fever had finally gone down a little, she was still in danger, and Alan seemed as devastated as she was.

The hospital bill was getting higher and higher, but she didn't care, even if she had to sell herself into slavery to save her little girl, she would do it without hesitation.

She heard the shrill ringing of her cell phone and sighed before answering it. Both Oli and Lazlo called her every couple of hours to check on Alice's health. They were the only people in that company who cared a little about them, and she was grateful for that. Oli had a beautiful heart and Lazlo was a very tender boy, just right for her. They had