In My Desperate Time

"Who gave this to you?"

Frances looks up at me, his voice trembling slightly.

I know he is as excited as me and also finds that hard to believe.

"I don't know. But somehow, I feel it is true," I whisper and take another look at the note.

Although I realize how ridiculous this is, I am convinced.

I will buy this even if there is only one thousandth of a chance.

"But you saw the baby's corpse," Frances sighs and says to me.

"No, I fainted before the baby was out. When I woke up, I only saw a body of some infant. No one can prove that dead baby was mine. What if it was never my child to begin with, but a ruse of Whitney to screw me over?"

I think of all the possibilities to justify what is written on this note.

If there is no hard evidence that the dead baby was mine, then he might be someone else's.

child is still

shakes his head. "Do you think Whitney would do something like that? She sent someone all the way to Prague just to substitute your child? From what I know about her, I find that

Whitney well, I don't want to

child is really alive? Frances, can you help

pull Frances' arm and

much to me. Now that I know he may

not that I don't want to help you, but the chance is too slim. It's probably just a prank from someone who wants to

Frances

sick of hearing him denying the

furious and stop talking to him,

next two days, we are

break the ice, but I don't have the mood to bother with him since

me investigate,

to Prague with him. However, figuring that there might be news about my child in Prague,

...

bought the tickets together, so I sit