Chapter 33

Abstract

The ultramodern clinic opened two years ago in the city of Dela in Quiton, an impoverished nation with one of the worst educational systems in the world. The bottom floors of the twenty-story structure gave patients views of a modest Asian garden that helped them relax and feel a bit better than they were. On this gray morning, a twenty-seven-year-old woman, heavy with a soon-to-be-born child, entered a doctor’s office up in a luxurious penthouse suite. She was carrying a pale yellow blanket. Her long, jet-black hair flowed down her back nearly to her waist.