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appear here,” I told Ryan.

“Ivy, please. Just let me explain.”

“Explain?”

I pointed toward the bassinet.

“I’ve been awake since four this morning taking care of the daughter you left in my arms.”

He flinched.

Good.

I wanted those words to hurt.

“The doctors started talking about surgery,” he said. “Therapy. Specialists. Braces. Years of treatment.”

“She’s your continue reading …