His words made me pause. There was just something in the way he spoke, in the way he behaved, that made me hold my tongue. I could simply tell him that I wasn't going to do it. In fact, I didn't even have to tell him that at all. I could simply walk away.
But I knew that I couldn't do that to him. I knew that I at least owed him an explanation. Or more than just walking out.
He had given me more than any other person would have given the surrogate. And even though I hadn't wanted or asked for any of it, even though I had never intended on being a surrogate at all, there was no way that I couldn't show gratitude. After all, I had benefited. I could feel that I had gotten stronger, that I was healthier, after everything that I had been through. After everything he had organized for me.
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