Autumn wind clears bone cold

In the eighth month of Amelia Vance’s pregnancy, a horrific car crash shattered her world.

Her uterus ruptured. Her baby, stillborn.

The driver responsible, Serena Harding, stormed into the hospital. She’d converted tens of thousands of dollars in cash into loose change, then, bag after heavy bag, she hurled it at Amelia.

“Your dead baby didn’t have the fate to be born. Take this money and get lost. Even if you sue, you won’t get more than this.”

Amelia, like a rabid animal, lunged at Serena, ignoring her own torn body. Her voice raspy with rage, she screamed, “I’ll sue you!