*Olivia*
I huddled into Gio to escape the pouring rain and stared into the face of Elena, our surrogate who had been missing for countless hours. She looked exhausted, and the skin around her eyes was puffy in a way I knew meant she had been crying.
Unlike the increasingly fancy dresses she'd been sporting of late, she wore a pair of pink sweatpants that strained to contain her stomach and a loose gray T-shirt that draped off one shoulder. Her mouth fell open as she saw us standing there, and a hint of a blush colored her cheeks.
“How did you…?" she asked.
Emotions warred within me. I'd been so angry with her lately, so isolated in my feeling like she was stealing my husband. But seeing her now, with my baby still safe in her stomach, emotional and unpolished for maybe the first time
