My Ex Heard One Name at the Airport and Started Running

Run it again.”

“It was run twice.”

Vanessa cut in. “Maybe the clinic mixed the samples.”

“No,” the doctor said.

Then Chloe started crying. Not pretty. Not soft. The kind of crying that sounds angry at being alive.

I stopped moving.

People flowed around us with carry-ons and neck pillows.

Noah looked up at me.

“Mom?”

“One second.”

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