My OB Stopped The Ultrasound And Warned Me To Leave My Husband

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“Good. I need copies of everything. And I need you to connect me with Molly directly.”

“What are you going to do?”

I stood up, my hand resting on my belly, on the baby who was completely innocent in all of this—a child I already loved, regardless of DNA or donor IDs or any of the ugliness swirling around their existence.

“My husband thinks he’s been continue reading …