etending to be asleep
a baby, wrapped
eful construction
y, approaching the bed. "Look.
baby out f
, healthy-l
ing certainty, this was not the ch
Jessica
tered into a
am, to rage, to
settled over me. I had
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just like you around the
very wor
aby in a bassin
his expression full of fake concern. He held up a smoothie. "I ha
erilit
take away my future, my abil
or Je
moothie, then at
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to dri
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up, holding the
sweet. Each sip felt l
e drink ever
g my hand. "Now get some res
, taking the emp
later, the p
postpartum recovery
ripped my abdomen,
bleeding
call button,
with the same
changed
amined me, hi
s. Hayes," he said, his voice devoid of genuine symp
the unspoken word
d my shoulders, his tou
than asked, his voice l
with pity that felt rehearsed, "it's highly
even though I knew
vers
ose, murmuring w
. We have Anson.
only
future children, but for the child I had already lost, a
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