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

the hospital bed, and he looked up and said, “It’s done. Mom’s house is paid off. We’re finally free.”

I thought we meant both of us.

A month later, I was sitting on the living room floor with Jacob. Sesame Street was on. Jacob was arranging crayons by color on the carpet, a habit he had developed during the months when I was too tired to take him to continue reading …