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I set my keys down and called for Megan. She didn’t answer. I found her on the couch, staring blankly at the TV screen, her eyes red and puffy.
“Babe?” I said.
“What’s wrong?
Where’s Rhea?”
Then she turned her face toward me, eyes red, and my stomach dropped.
“We’re not parents anymore!” she shouted.
It took me a moment to process the words. “What do you mean?”
“Check my email,” she said quietly, her voice hollow after she wiped her face and took a breath. “The agency sent something.
Just… look.”
Her laptop was still open on the kitchen table. I walked over, my hands already clammy, and clicked on the most recent message.
Melissa had contacted them earlier that afternoon.
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