That wasn’t just a name.
It was power.
Headlines.
Skyscrapers.
The kind of people who hired security to chase girls like her away.
Was this… an heir?
Dana’s head spun.
How could a child from that family end up in the trash?
She looked at the baby’s face—nothing wrong, nothing broken.
Just life.
Just innocence.
“Whoever you are,” Dana said quietly but firmly,
“you don’t deserve this.”
She slipped the chain into her pocket like a promise.
And started walking toward the city.
She had no car.
No family.
No home.
Only the certainty that this baby would not die tonight.
Not on her watch.
Soon the baby cried again—hungry.
Dana knew that sound too well.
She stopped under the awning of a closed store and counted her money: coins and crumpled bills saved over days of scavenging.
Socks.
A hot burger.
Feeling human for one moment.
She looked at the baby’s searching lips.
Squeezed the money tight.
“You win,” she whispered.
And walked into the all-night pharmacy.
She knew what would happen.
She went in anyway.
Warm air hit her face. The clerk looked up, suspicion turning into disgust.
“Get out. We don’t give handouts. Leave before I call the police.”