My Husband Asked Me to Be a Surrogate Twice Until I Learned Why He Really Needed the Money

jeans, Ethan’s undershirts, my scrub pants from the clinic. He walked into the room and stood there watching me with a face that was too calm, the particular calm of someone who has been rehearsing something in his head and has arrived at the version he believes will work.

“I was talking to Mike at work,” he said, easing into it like it was nothing.continue reading …