Enough to finally build a future.
After months of meetings, medical evaluations, and legal paperwork, I agreed.
I still remember how excited Richard and Vanessa seemed during the early months of the pregnancy.
They attended appointments.
They bought baby clothes.
They talked endlessly about the nursery they were designing.
Vanessa would place her hand on my growing belly and whisper, “Our little miracle.”
Everything seemed perfect.
Until it wasn’t.
Halfway through the pregnancy, additional testing revealed that the baby girl had Down syndrome.
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