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Nadine walked beside me.
She had insisted on coming.
Garrett had insisted I let her.
“It’s just the last checkup,” he said while buttoning his cufflinks. “Mom worries.”
Nadine wore a navy dress and held my elbow as if I might wander into traffic.
Dr. Hendricks’ office was at the end of the maternity wing, past framed photos of smiling babies. He was in continue reading …
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