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the screen in the dim exam room while the technician pointed out tiny hands, feet, profile, heartbeat.
“He’s healthy,” she said.
I started crying before I could stop myself.
Damen did not say a word.
He just reached for my hand and held it so tightly that later, I found crescent marks from his fingers on my skin.
When we got back to the car, he sat silently continue reading …
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