Answers in the Backlight

Hauling bricks under a merciless sun, I'm down to my last three yuan when a Rolls-Royce glides up—my ex-wife behind the wheel. She wants to remarry, but only because our child has leukemia and needs a father. The bitter irony? I donated bone marrow just yesterday. Now she's back, not for love, but for what I can give. Some answers only emerge when you're standing in the backlight, and this time, I'm the one holding all the cards.