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my hand. “Not like them. We do it our way.”
I swallowed hard. “Our way.”
It happened faster than expected. Two pink lines in a bathroom. Warren made a sound between a laugh and a sob and wrapped me in his arms.
“I’m going to be a mom,” I whispered.
And the word mom didn’t belong to my mother anymore. It belonged to me.
Patricia cried when we told her. Roger continue reading …
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