Ava’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear for the fifth time. My reflection stared back at me, pale and tense. The blouse I chose felt too tight, my skirt too formal, my hands trembling slightly as I clutched my bag.“Mom,” I said, my voice breaking slightly, “I… I don’t know if I can do this.”Isa looked at me, her eyes steady but soft. She had lived enough to know my hesitation. “Ava, you’ve thought this through a hundred times. You said yourself, this is our chance. You wanted to help someone, and this… this is an opportunity for both of us.”I shook my head, feeling the weight of the decision press down on me. “I know, but what if I… what if it goes wrong? What if I regret it? I’m supposed to carry one child, not… not someone else’s entire life in my hands. It’s not just money, Mom. It’s… it’s everything. My life. Someone else’s life. I…” My voice faltered.Isa stepped closer, placing her hands over mine. Her grip was gentle but firm. “Ava,
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