The Surrogate

by Freida McFadden

It wasn’t until she found out I was trying for a baby that our relationship deteriorated.

“Of course,” I lie. “I want the best.” Yeah, there’s no way I’m putting those shoddy diapers on my own child.

There’s only one thing different about this baby shower from all other baby showers thrown for the other women in my company: I’m not pregnant.

In about three weeks, I’m going to become the proud parent of a newborn boy, whose sixteen-year-old birth mother is currently living in Tucson, Arizona.

“I want to learn everything you know.”