All I had to do was give him a baby and move on. Being their surrogate was meant to be a simple answer to my mounting problems. With no family, ever-increasing debt, and pressures to stay afloat, I needed a solution. This was supposed to be it. Then it happened. Everything changed. I fell in love with a widower while he mourned his wife. I fell in love with the baby in my belly. For the first time in my life, I knew what I wanted beyond a career as a lawyer. I had tasted an existence filled with love and hope. They were my missing piece to becoming whole. Then, my past and his world collided. The danger I'd been hiding from for so long found me, and it was seeking revenge. If I ran this time, I wouldn't only lose my identity… I'd give up the chance for the future I craved. If I stayed, I wouldn't only risk my own life, I would endanger the lives of everyone I love. At this moment, I'm not sure it is a chance I'm willing to take-too much has been torn from me before.
