He paid the surrogacy fee in full. The money arrived in a lump sum, along with a curt message from his lawyer. No apology.
No explanation. Just an acknowledgment of the contract.
“Do you think he feels guilty?” Mark asked one evening as we sat on the porch, the baby asleep in my arms.
I shrugged, stroking her tiny hand. “Maybe.
Maybe it’s just easier for him to sign a check than to face what he did.”
He and Sarah kept their distance after that. No calls, no visits. At first, it hurt to feel so disconnected from people we’d once considered family, but as time passed, I realized I didn’t need their approval—or their presence.
We had everything we needed right here.
