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*Katrina POV*
Why will I abort my own child? I can never do that to my baby. Never.
I said it to myself. Silent. Desperate. Like if I repeated it enough times, the words would become armor around my womb.
The child had been accepted by his dad. Two minutes ago, Cove had his big warm hands on my flat stomach. Two weeks pregnant. Invisible to the eye. But real. Mine. His.
How could anyone ask me to kill him?
I cut the call. My thumb shook so badly I pressed the red button three times before it ended. The silence that followed was louder than Mrs Roberts’ voice.
How can Stacy’s mom say that? Still holding my phone, her mother’s words were etching into my brain like acid. _“You are nothing but a surrogate identity for us. You are to abort that child immediately.”_
Surrogate iden
