The Feng Shui Master Who Borrows Lives

My mother died before I was born. On the third day after she was buried, my grandfather dug me out of her grave and raised me. A deep crack runs across my palm, cutting through my lifeline. As time passes, the crack keeps growing, eating away at what little lifeline I have left. At this rate, I might not live to see my eighteenth birthday. To save my life, my grandfather traded me for a stillborn baby.