Emma
I almost dropped my phone when Dr. Sanders called.
“SM-47,” she said gently, “good news. All your requests have been approved.”
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
“All… all of them?” I whispered, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter to steady myself.
“Yes,” she continued. “In fact, the intended parents have increased your settlement to one hundred thousand dollars.”
One hundred thousand. My knees went weak. I pressed a hand to my chest, pacing the tiny kitchen because if I stayed still, I might explode. I kept nodding even though she couldn’t see me, my breath coming fast and shaky.
“Your accommodation request has also been granted,” Dr. Sanders added. “A private residence, with transportation, healthy meals, and support staff. Everything you asked for.”
“Oh my God… Th
