a fertility clinic.
“We were told our final embryo stopped developing,” she said. “I blamed myself for years.”
Anna covered her mouth.
“I’m so sorry.”
Denise looked at her.
“You didn’t do this.”
Then she asked to see Caleb.
We brought him into the room wearing a blue sweater and a tiny knit cap.
Denise began to cry.
She didn’t try to claim him. She didn’t demand continue reading …