Tangled Innocence - A Mafia Romance

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me, everything see

like buzzing mosquitos, casting pale white light over every inch of the exam room. There's not a speck of dust to be found. Normally,

myself.

this is re

xam table with my feet dangling in the air like a naughty kid in the principal's office. He looks like an ancient tortoise from t

is reasonable, because I'm sure as hell considering it. "As I explained, Ms. Turner, there was a mix-up in the labeling system for donor sample

plained things-well, processed it logically, at least. Emotionally, I'm light years away

with the wron

ed to deal with this ol' satchel of trauma.

n your sister and brother-in-law get viciously murdered a month before you're supposed

e one that stole Rose and Jared from me. I was supposed to come in and get final confirmation that my eggs were properly fertilized

he one directing her Barbies in theatrical performances

feminine. While she was straightening doll hair, I was climbing trees and

nd Mom fell to cancer, we were all we had left. I came back

tood how I grew up, all the little wounds to the

stood her j

when she found out that the baby she'd always

because of how ridiculous they sounded. They belonged in a Jane Aus

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what I gave her in those first tear-drenched moments-and l

r a while to work up the courage to ask me

Carry my baby.

ff the tears. I've cried enough in the last few weeks, thank you

n't stop the sadness from sitting heavy on my chest, always ready to reach

cruel, pe

s. Turner?" Dr. Saeder

in my field of vision, blurred and split up by the u

sight of hi

us two Turner girls, she was also the one more likely to melt

d to call it. "The forecast i

round, cheeks red and wet, the whole nine yards. She'd let her rage out like that-and when it was g

nwards. I kept 'em close and burie

ifetime of keeping the hatch closed on my own thunderstorms, I fi

e an incredibly serious mistake that is about to change the course

out of arm's reach. Not a bad idea, honestly. There's no telling what I might do next. "Now, Ms

on

d in the room is the irritating fluorescents-my God, I wi

I buried her, Dr. Saeder. She and her husband are ashes six feet under the ground right now-and you want me to get

can see every inch of the motion. "V-very well

head is pounding-I just want to know one thing. One thing, okay? And you're going to answer me-because if you don't, I'm going to leave this clinic and I'm going to go straight to a lawyer's office and

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