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Rachel My heart was lodged in my throat, which was becoming my new norm. I sat on a park bench in the fading sunlight and told myself over and over I was making the right decision. It had been a week since I’d agreed to marry my boss and have his baby, but I couldn’t bring myself to think of the hypothetical offspring as mine. At work, things had been about the same, but Evan had asked me to meet him tonight after work to go over the details. He’d mentioned a contract. A fat squirrel scampered past, pausing to look hopefully at me. “Sorry, little guy. I’ve got nothing for you.” But I did have something Evan needed, at least on paper. I closed my eyes, imagined myself with a shiny new MBA and starter capital for a business, and took a deep breath. This was crazy, but it was also mighty