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like mine someday.
My hand drifted instinctively to my stomach.
Dr. Voss spoke gently. “She came here using your insurance card, Mara. She told us she was acting as your surrogate.”
The words took a moment to settle in.
She quietly clicked another file open. A consent form appeared on the screen. At the bottom was a signature in handwriting that looked continue reading …
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