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to my child.
Two days later, Julian called me from jail.
“Maya, please,” he sobbed. “My leg is ruined. The bank froze everything. Mom is terrified. We were stressed about the wedding. Tell them to drop the charges.”
I looked at the ultrasound photo on my refrigerator.
“You didn’t love me, Julian,” I said. “You loved my money. Now you have neither.”
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