The woman standing right in front of me froze. A flash of unguarded panic darted across her eyes before she could hide it.
That split-second panic vanished as quickly as it had come, so fast that no one could have pinned it down. In the very next breath, it was completely swallowed by a rising wave of hot, seething anger.
"Are you out of your mind?" she demanded.
Her brows drew together in a tight furrow, her chest heaving up and down hard. She stared at me, overflowing with hurt and wronged indignation, every word dripping with accusation.
"I am carrying your baby. I am about to give birth to your child. How could you say something like that to me?" she continued.
Right. She was pregnant.
But how could a woman with vaginal agenesis get pregnant?
That question pricked at my heart ov
