Rebecca's pov
I hadn’t slept a wink the entire night. Now, I had to drag myself out of bed for some morning training, since I’d missed the last two days. The clock on the wall across from my bed read 4:30 AM. I made a mental note—three hours of sleep, maybe less. Still, training time was training time.
Kneeling on the ground, I reached under my bed and pulled out my worn-out Nike sneakers. They were in bad shape—busted, frayed, and barely holding together—but they were comfortable. I didn’t have the luxury to be picky, and honestly, they were all I had. A bitter thought crossed my mind, and without realizing it, I touched my belly. The life growing inside me might just be worth a million dollars someday. A substantial amount, enough to buy myself a dozen new pairs of sneakers and all the
