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daughter. Really looked at her for the first time in three years. She had my nose, my chin, my hands. Exactly.
“Isabelle,” I whispered. “I never stopped loving you. I never stopped trying.”
Colin stood in the corner watching, making sure I didn’t get too close. Five minutes. Then a nurse came in for the blood draw.
Dr. Ortiz did the HLA typing personally.continue reading …
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