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I hung up and couldn’t shake the image of that tiny baby I’d delivered four years ago.
Now she was a little girl in a shelter, alone and scared, paying for her parents’ crimes.
I’d brought her into this world. And now she had nobody.
I called the Child Protective Services. It took several transfers before I reached the right department.
“This is Mrs.
Chen with foster care services. How can I help you?”
My voice shook. “My name’s Rachel.
I was a surrogate four years ago for a woman who was recently arrested. I gave birth to a little girl named Sophie, and I understand she’s in the system now. I’d like to inquire about fostering her.”
There was a pause.
“You’re the birth surrogate?”
What do I need to do?”
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