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"Rosie asked me not to. She said you'd go to war with your parents, that the family would be destroyed. I kept that promise until today, when she asked me to make a new promise."

We both turned to look down the corridor.

I thought about the way Ben brought Rosie flowers on Tuesdays for no reason.

The way he could recite lines from her favorite movie.

Their marriage was never a performance.

Their love was real.

But I could not forgive my parents for what they'd done.

But I could not forgive.

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"I hated you for two whole minutes," I whispered.

"I would have hated me for longer."

Just then, footsteps hurried down the corridor toward us.

I turned to see the doctor approaching.

Something in his eyes told me he was bringing news I was not ready to hear.

I stood and braced myself against the wall.

He was bringing news I was not ready to hear.

The doctor stopped just short of us.

He glanced between Ben and me.

Before he could say anything, the elevator chimed.

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My parents stepped out, coats folded neatly over their arms.

They spotted us immediately and walked over to join us.

"How is she?" My mother asked.

My parents stepped out.

"Rosie is stable," the doctor said. "Both babies are breathing on their own."

I let out a sob and grabbed Ben's sleeve.

He was already crying, silent tears sliding down his jaw.

"She made it," I whispered. "She made it, Ben."

"Oh my God!"

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My mother moved closer, arms held out for a hug.

And all my anger bubbled to the surface.

All my anger bubbled to the surface.

I stepped back.

"Don't you touch me. Not after what you did."

"What I did?" Mom frowned. "What are you talking about, sweetheart?"

I held up the contract.

The blood drained from my parents' faces.

"You wanted to send her away!"

"Don't you touch me. Not after what you did."

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"You don't understand what we were planning—"

„Rozumiem doskonale. I nie wejdziesz na salę pooperacyjną i nie będziesz udawał, że ci na niej zależy. Nie dzisiaj. Nigdy”.

„Oczywiście, że nam zależy” – warknął mój ojciec. „Właśnie dlatego to zrobiliśmy”.

„To on wziął pieniądze za jej ślub”. Mama wskazała na Bena. „Nie możesz być na nas zły, nie będąc jednocześnie zły na niego”.

„Właśnie dlatego to zrobiliśmy”.