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Chapter 59: The Anonymous Donor
Author: Rosfun
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The morning kicked off just like usual. Quiet and heavy feeling in the air.

Jessica woke up slowly to that nagging ache in her lower back, the kind pregnancy gifted out like some lousy gift you did not ask for.

She flicked on the kettle right there on the counter, water started boiling for yet another mug of instant coffee.

She really was not supposed to have anymore. Barefoot in that tiny apartment kitchen, she just stood there. Staring at the steam twisting up from it. Her phone kept buzzing away with notifications, and she only half paid attention.

“Spam,” she muttered, brushing at her messy hair.

Her reflection in the microwave glass made her pause. Tired eyes. Puffy cheeks.

A body that no longer felt like hers, but more like a vessel she was learning to protect. The loneliness pressed in, sharp and heavy.

Still, she grabbed her phone. The screen was cluttered with emails, app alerts, and a flood of messages from strangers online. She scrolled lazily, not expecting much until
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