Chapter 2: The Envelope
She pulled out an envelope.
Old.
Worn at the edges.
Like it had been carried for a long time.
"My name is Diana," she said.
"And I think there's been a mistake."
"What kind of mistake?"
She looked at Grace again.
Her chin was trembling.
"The clinic mixed up the eggs, Margaret.
Yours…
and mine."
The floor felt like it dropped beneath me.
"That's not possible."
"I have the lab report right here." She held out the envelope.
"I've been trying to have a baby for six years.
They called me yesterday and told me my egg was used — without my consent — and that the baby had already been born."
I couldn't speak.
"I'm not here to take her," Diana said quickly.
"I just…
I needed to see her."
But her eyes told a different story.
She wasn't just looking at Grace.
She was looking at her like a mother looks at her child.
My phone buzzed on the counter.
I glanced down.
It was the clinic.
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What does the clinic know — and what are they not telling Margaret?
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