From the kitchen window, Renee smiled without saying a word.
« Daddy, I want one. »
Eight months ago, after Eli was asleep, she sat across from me at our kitchen table with both hands wrapped around untouched tea.
« I signed up to become a surrogate, » she said.
For a second, I couldn’t answer.
« The agency pays almost $70,000, » she continued. « Enough for a down payment. »
I pushed my chair back. « No. »
« Calvin… »
« The agency pays almost $70,000. »
« No. There has to be another way. »
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