Amalia. Cross fate. Dant A.

Having died in my world, I got into the body of a maid who had just given birth to a baby. Now I’m not a thirty -year -old seamstress, mired in debt and loans, and a young girl with a baby in her arms and a bag of gold in a pocket.

How to feed herself and the baby, even if they don’t take the “fallen” in the breakdown? How to find a roof over your head, when even the most seedy inn does the door in front of me? How to survive in this crazy world and not desperate?