Rain drummed violently against the tinted glass of St. Jude Private Clinic.I sat on the cold vinyl bench on the third floor, my fingers clutching the paper slip: Elective Procedure Room 4.My palm involuntarily drifted to my lower abdomen. Two months. For five agonizing years, Julian and I had tracked every calendar day, spent thousands on consultations, and cried together over negative tests. I had swallowed bitter herbal brews that made me vomit in secret, praying for the miracle growing inside me right now.And Julian was currently playing house with his brother’s widow, boasting about his noble seed."Patient 42, Evelyn Sterling," a nurse called out from the double doors. "Please step inside for the ultrasound check before we prep the theater."I stood up, pulling my oversized beige coat tightly around my frame.Just as my trembling fingers touched the brass door handle, the VIP elevator at the end of the wing chimed."Julian, slow down... my lower back aches so much," a soft, br
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