Annie turned away, her eyes glittering. 'Here's what no one tells you,' she said. 'When you deliver a fetus, you get a death certificate, but not a birth certificate. And afterward, your milk comes in, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.' She looked up at me. 'You can't win. Either you have the baby and wear your pain on the outside, or you don't have the baby, and you keep that ache in you forever. I know I didn't do the wrong thing. But I don't feel like I did the right thing, either.
Jodi PicoultTraveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home
Jodi PicoultKids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.
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