Maya nodded slowly, her hand moving to lower the strap of her nightgown.
When Lance saw her body, he froze. He was stunned.
It was smooth. No blemishes. No stretch marks on her belly. No evidence that she had ever given birth, let alone three times. Maya’s body looked like that of a young woman who had never been pregnant.
“Are you sure?” Lance asked in disbelief. “I thought… you had three children?”
Maya bowed her head, shuddering. She grabbed her bag from the edge of the bed and pulled out an old photo album and a death certificate.
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