opped up on my laptop. A wire transfer. I
eros. A million dollars. Then another notification. And another. Within an hour,
to be
ional end to our three years. He wasn't even going to
ed, replaced by a bitter cold. Fine. If this was how he wante
garden and tried to ignore the hateful comments still
tress until I realize
the local drugstore. I sat on the edge of the bathtub in my
iti
nse of calm washing over me. I was
the test, a fierce, protective instinct rose up in me. This baby was mine. I would not let it be
walked out of the bathroom. I was go
o tell my parents,
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