My Sacred Reckoning
each word a hammer blow ag
Joseph asked. "You'
Madisyn' s anonymous donation that I... facilitated. And of course, Debra' s, which her parents had kept cryopreserved. The diffic
had insisted I take, the ones he brought me e
been poisoning my chances, ensuring
I could hear the smirk in his voice.
tter of limbs against my skin. It used to feel like a promise. Now it felt like a violation. Each kick was a
ng. The world swam before my eyes. I was carrying his mistress' s child. His si
are for his tw
ector, young and beautiful, always looking at Matthew
missionary, her letters always full of a quie
d about wanting a baby to trap her rich boyfriend
a grandchild wasn't an act of compassion. It was a str
sical thing, a crushing weight
ire state of Utah. My faith, my love, my endura
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