On an Autumn Evening in Manhattan, Fifty Million Dollars Signed Away Eleven Long Years
Theo angled the sheet toward the yellow light of the balcony lamp.
“This is Spencer’s original baseline diagnostic from five years ago,” Theo said, reading the top line out loud.
“Now read the second page,” I said.
Theo ran his thumb down the margin of the paper and stopped at the diagnostic summary line.
He looked up from the page and met my eyes.
“If his fragmentation score was eighty percent, conceiving naturally was impossible,” Theo said.
“And Brielle’s twins were conceived at the start of June,” I said.
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