erpiece, but underne
, with my formidable mother, resp
the sensitive artist they cu
ong-buried secret, making m
who built solid things, and fo
ld house, and when I became pregn
red to him, and his face l
lanning our child' s future, a
the prenatal genetic s
t his computer, the warmt
y voice trembling as he turned
it," he said, his voice
mmered, unable to
pped back, demanding I termi
d I rushed to them, crying, "Liam... he wants
ured nails dug into my skin,
she said, her grim re
father added, his tone lea
t be stupid, Chloe. You c
ling my child "unna
ce, dragging me towards a car
clawed, a wild animal
of city alleys, their foo
hard, and felt a s
s my dress; my baby, my inno
r faces impassive, utterly de
e mental institutio
n, drugged, tormented, chipped away unti
opened
ed, whole, my
it was the day the genet
y world h
ll about to
I had a memor
h a cold, clear purpose: to get the report