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

the counter next to Jacob’s crayons and started talking before I could put the knife down.

“One more time, Mel. If we do it one more time, we can wipe everything out. Mom’s car loan, the credit cards, the funeral balance. All of it. Done.”

I kept cutting. A sharp, familiar ache pulsed deep in my pelvis. It came and went in waves, phantom pain from a continue reading …