"Everywhere she looked, there were mamas with babies or growing bellies. She took a sip of her chestnut latte and threw a beige leather purse in her cart, pushing back tears. Her hand wandered down to the place a baby once grew."
“If you were trying to leave the industry to try and have a child or start a family, I would understand," he said. "I can’t let you out of the contract for a fantasy like God.”
