On a rainy night, a very pregnant taxi driver stops to help a homeless, injured stranger, offering him a free ride to the hospital.
But the next morning, she wakes to find a convoy of SUVs outside her house,
with suited men waiting to share a truth that would change her life forever.
Cleo had been driving taxis for two years, and by now, she’d seen it all: late-night partiers stumbling home,
families racing to catch flights, and remorseful businessmen smelling of cocktails and secrets. She’d heard countless stories,
dried her fair share of tears, and learned to read people before they even stepped into her cab.
As she navigated the foggy streets, her back ached, and her unborn baby’s kicks pressed against her ribs—a reminder that her night shifts were becoming unbearable.
But bills didn’t stop for anyone, so she whispered to her belly,
“Just a few more hours, love. Then we can go home to Chester.”
She imagined her orange tabby, Chester, sprawled on her pillow at home, shedding fur everywhere as her only true companion.
Her mind drifted back to the heartbreak she’d endured only five months ago.She had excitedly shared the news of her pregnancy with her husband, Mark,
only to learn he’d been unfaithful with his secretary, Jessica, who was also expecting. Within weeks, Mark left and drained their bank account, leaving Cleo to work endless shifts to provide for the baby alone.
