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stuck to the back
of the Hope Hill Fertility Clinic. Her fingers twisted the worn strap of her handbag, a purse t
cond was a heavy, metallic drop into the vast pool of her anxiety.
glance. It was the kind of look people gave a stray dog huddling in the rain. That single
en Ra
feet. Her knee slammed into the corner of a low magazine table. Copi
own, her hands trembling as she tried to gather the smooth p
pile and pushed open the heavy d
is back a rigid wall of white
said, her voice
ssion as warm and inviting as a con
" he said. His tone was the same one he might use to re
a poison that dissolved her spine. She collapsed into the patient ch
or a lifeline that wasn't there. "Can I
ilent room. A screen filled with medical jargon flashed on the monitor. "Viability was optimal. Endometrial
oming where hope had been just minutes before. Tears burned the back of
up. He was already done with her, another failed experime
lence and the ghost of a
her vision blurry, the hallway stretching into an endless tun
oshing over her hand. It was hot, but sh
ooler was slightly ajar. A voice drifted
Her h
tinct was to push the door open, to ask him what he was doing
casual, and dripping with a cruelty she
o his phone, a low chuckle in his voice. "And a defective o
fingers tightened on the cup. The metal do
is face. "I never used my own sample. You think I'd let that Texas trailer tr
syrupy laugh trickled fr
ed. "Once I'm legally untangled from t
un
ed down her fingers, dripping onto the linoleum floor.
injections, of invasive procedures, of humiliation and hope. Three years of a lie
ed the d
slipped from his grasp. He saw her, and the panic in his eyes i
scream. She
er had before. It was the look you give something you find stu
footing. "It's not what you think. I did it f
at. It wasn't a laugh. It was the sound of
rned a
her, his voice laced with the
es on the magazine covers. She burst through the clinic's glass doors and into the searing Te
rollably. She half-fell into the driver's seat of
, ragged sound of absolute betrayal. She cried until her throat was raw, until she was gasping for air,
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