“A discordant ringing disrupted her song. At the third ring her eyes fluttered open and she glanced down at her empty arms with a sense of loss unrivaled by any she had felt thus far. The dream began to slip away but she could still feel the weight of her infant in her arms. A quick glance at her alarm clock revealed that it was after ten a.m. The sun had warmed her bedroom and the sweet smells of spring and growing things were carried in on the breezes that billowed the curtains.The day was mov...ing along without her. Had she thought about it only a moment, she would have let the answering machine pick up. But Janine was angry—at herself for sleeping so late, and at the caller for taking her dream child away. After the fourth ring, even as the machine clicked on, she picked it up. “Hello?” she said, her voice raspier than she had expected. “Oh, Janine, did I wake you?” Her mother. Janine closed her eyes and pressed her head deeper into her pillow. “You did, actually, but I should be up anyway.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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