I thought the hardest part was over when I gave birth, but then my husband showed up at my hospital room with tears in his eyes and a request I never expected.
I’m Hannah, 33 years old, and until very recently, I believed I was building a beautiful life with the man I loved.
Michael and I had been together for almost nine years. We met in high school. He was the tall, quiet guy who sat behind me in chemistry and always had gum, and I was the girl who needed help with equations. Somehow, that turned into homecoming dates, late-night diner runs, and promises whispered in parked cars.
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