Chapter 8
Eighteen months later.
The pregnancy test had shown two pink lines three weeks after landing in Paris. I'd stared at it in the tiny bathroom of my student housing, my whispered prediction on the plane echoing in my memory.
Now Diego was eight months old, and I was running late for my 2 PM meeting ...
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