Chapter 21 Twenty-one
- I sit on my bed for hours, the papers clutched in my hand, reading them over and over as if the words might change. They don't.
- My eggs. My baby. Genetically mine. The truth burns in my chest, an acid pool of betrayal that threatens to consume me from the inside out. Dante lied to me. The clinic lied to me. I need answers, and I need them now.
- The baby kicks, harder this time. He feels my anger.