I Agreed to Carry a Stranger's Baby, Then Saw My Sister's Face

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Chapter 1 The satisfsatisfaction of seeing two pink lines faded the satisfecond I satisfaw his face on the clinic wall. I was twenty-six, broke, and eight weeks pregnant with a stranger's baby for $80,000. The "intended father" had been anonymous—just a file number, a medical history, a signed contract. No names. No faces. That was the whole point. But the photo on Dr. Levinson's desk changed everything. It was a candid shot—a man in a charcoal suit with his arm around a woman at some charity gala. He was handsome in that sharp, moneyed way that made you trust him and fear him simultaneously. She was radiant, her auburn hair swept up, her smile wide and genuine. I knew that smile. I'd grown up beside it. I'd braided the hair above it. I'd cried into the shoulder beneath it on the night our mother's coffin was lowered into red Georgia clay. The woman in the photo was my sister. My estrang

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