Chapter 31

• Emma Mitchell-Volkov stared at the three pregnancy tests lined up on the bathroom counter, each displaying the same unmistakable result. Positive. Positive. Positive.
• Her hand trembled as she touched her still-flat stomach. After months of trying, after doctors warning about her "challenging fertility outlook," after beginning to research surrogacy options—here was this miracle, displayed in three plastic sticks.
• "Emma?" Alek's voice echoed from downstairs. "We'll be late for the charity dinner."