Luba and Mama Olga reading her soft book at the Partizansk Baby Hospital

Chapter 10

A Vision of Things to Come

Luba already had a mama. She had absolutely no use for another one.

Stass led us through the golden wood doors and into the cloud-white, sky-blue building. The mirage ended as we stepped onto aged, cracked, and blistered vinyl flooring. The walls of the interior were the same as the smooth chalky white stucco outside, but appeared so much less elegant up close. We weren’t in heaven after all.