I Carried a Baby for My Sister and Her Husband — But the Moment They Saw Her, They Cried, “This Is Not the Child We Wanted”

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Claire laughed, a short, ugly sound.

“You can’t be serious. You have grown children. You’re thirty-eight. You’re going to start over? For what? She isn’t even yours.”

“She was mine for nine months,” I said. “She’s mine now. And she’ll be mine for the rest of my life.”

“Marianne.” Claire stepped closer. “Think about what you’re doing to us. To me. I’m continue reading …