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In the haze of her drowsiness to get up to pee for the third time, Destiny realized she had experienced light contractions throughout the night. She could only imagine what was coming next, but felt ready; after all, she had made it this far. Settling back into bed, she stared once again at the stark white ceiling to resume her contemplation. The early evening’s silent answer provided the sense of relief that her decision to give the baby up for adoption was the right choice. Destiny’s brain housed only unanswerable questions, all spinning their tiny hooks to snag every crevasse of brain matter to leave her mind aching for silence. How could I begin to explore my future while tending to a baby’s needs? I certainly didn’t ask to get pregnant! Why did that wanker have to r**e me? Why sh
