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laugh. Her "lonely night" was ab

een lit up. An iMessage

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top right corner, the gesta

through immediately.

ndle things with us. After a

y head. I was frozen solid. The ultrasound and those wor

e. The date on it wa

was pregnant. Wi

oft thud on the rug. I scrambled to the bathroom, heavin

building in my abdomen. A stabbing, twist

sweat drenching my nightgown. The pain

screen was still lit up with Isabelle's taunting message.

don

re he picked up. The background was

voice was impatient, anno

very last bit of my strength. "My... stomach h

even more irritated. "What kind of game are you

.. hurts..." My vision

a PR problem, TMZ reporters caught us. I'm dealing with it. Don't

n added, "And

dial tone buzzed in my

his and Isabelle's mess. Do

ing, was worried about protecting h

wave. I gave up on him. With my la

like an eternity. The pain was making me bl

sickness and in health, to love and

ir

I was already losing consciousness. The l

ed with a ruptured ovarian cyst and severe internal

he consent forms. "Where is your fam

ympathetic eyes a

any family,"

n, I only

: Chloe Sullivan. The letters we

watched the sterile white lights pass overhead

n-all of it had been c

entered my veins,

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