My wife told me she became a surrogate to earn $70,000 so we could finally buy a house—but when I overheard her talking to my boss, I went pale.

with several members of our crew.

Then I saw Renee on the porch.

She wore old jeans, work boots, and a faded sweatshirt marked with dried paint. For the first time in months, I really looked at her hands.

The address led to a quiet street on the edge of town.

Tiny cuts crossed her knuckles.

The skin around her fingertips was rough and cracked.

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