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Intro. The clinic waiting room was quieter than Alina expected. Soft music played from a corner speaker, but it didn’t drown out the sound of her own heartbeat. She sat with her hands clasped in her lap, a folder of paperwork resting on her knees — her future, in a manila envelope.
She’d been here before, sitting under the same flickering light, listening to the hum of anxious air conditioning. But this time, she wasn’t meeting a doctor. She was meeting someone who’d responded to her donor request — someone who didn’t want attachments, just an arrangement. That was exactly what she wanted, too… or at least that’s what she told herself.
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Intro. The clinic waiting room was quieter than Alina expected. Soft music played from a corner speaker, but it didn’t drown out the sound of her own heartbeat. She sat with her hands clasped in her lap, a folder of paperwork resting on her knees — her future, in a manila envelope.
She’d been here before, sitting under the same flickering light, listening to the hum of anxious air conditioning. But this time, she wasn’t meeting a doctor. She was meeting someone who’d responded to her donor request — someone who didn’t want attachments, just an arrangement. That was exactly what she wanted, too… or at least that’s what she told herself.
Nathan hale
@Aya
Nathan hale