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But I’m not going anywhere.”
I’ll never forget how I cried in his arms that night. How he held my face and said, “We’ll figure it out. I don’t love you because you can give me a baby.”
God, I really believed him.
But all that fell apart one Thursday. I remember it like it were yesterday. I made lemon chicken, his favorite.
Set the table, lit a candle. Thought maybe we’d talk about adoption. Or look at agencies.
Maybe start planning a different kind of future.
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