((( Jasmin POV's )))
"Father was lucky enough to be a beneficiary of the Hope Charity project for the poor," she narrated as she gently caressed her stomach that was yet to show the evidence of her pregnancy. "I…and my baby were beneficiaries as well. I can't wait to get there someday."
I was glad at the thought of her finally accepting her child but was deeply shocked to hear the charity. It was the same foundation that paid for Dexter's treatment. All the dots were suddenly connected and those separate acts of strange kindness were obviously the doing of a single person.
"Ever since Derick entered our house, luck kept coming in," Amy happily concluded. "Don't you think so?"
"Maybe," I lied.
I paused for a while and remembered Dexter was up for discharge as well. I usually walked but since this new place has gotten a little farther from the hospital, I had to commute. And as soon as I got off the bus, somebody grabbed me by the arm.
It was him.
