my confections was shattered in an instant. The
en folder on my longtime boyfriend Liam' s tablet: "Walker_Harrington_Private." Inside were
olded: I overheard Liam casually discussing "the Ava project" with a colleague. His plan? Use me as an incubator for a child for him and Bella, who
sickness eating my body felt less painful than the absolute, soul-crushing bet
T-cell therapy in Boston. I would fight for my life, but on my own terms. My only pat