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Surita.” He leaned back. “She might decide to join us.”
    She shifted uncomfortably.
    “Okaaay. That was…information I did not need to know.”
    “Think about it, Anjali. The offer still stands.”
    He rose from the couch.
    “You need anything else before I turn in? A blanket?”
    “I’m fine with just a throw. Thanks for letting me spend the night.”
    Everything in her apartment was boxed and ready for the moving company coming in the morning.
    “That’s what friends are for. Good night, Anjali.”
    Sanjay went to bed and she remained on his couch thinking about his offer.
    I could certainly do worse than Sanjay. He’s handsome and smart. Fit.
    She set the Family Tree folder on top of the manila folder and placed her pillow on the couch.
    Knowing my luck, I’ll end up falling in love with him if we had sex.
    She turned off the lamp and lay on the couch.
    But he’s not interested in marriage. And I want more than just sex.
    She turned to her side.
    Am I being greedy in wanting a faithful husband and children?
    She sighed and closed her eyes.
    The only thing I can control is whether or not I have children. So what’s it going to be? Donor X or Sanjay?
    She turned, this time lying flat on her back. She stared at shadows on his ceiling.
    Stop thinking about Sanjay and go to sleep. Tomorrow is moving day.
    Her heartbeat increased slightly with excitement. She planned the next day and eventually fell asleep.
    The movers spent part of the morning emptying her apartment and loading the moving truck. After a quick walk-through with her landlord, she followed the truck to her new house.
    She had selected this suburban town because it seemed like a nice place to raise a family.
    I can’t believe it. I am finally moving into my own house!
    She parked her car in her driveway and strolled to the front of her Victorian. She found it impossible not to smile at the cheerful color of her new home.
    Robin’s egg blue.
    Freshly painted white decorative trim reminded her of a gingerbread house. One corner of the house featured a spire, rising to a sharp point.
    Just like a castle.
    The room beneath the spire was shaped like a hexagon and featured four large windows.
    That’s the perfect place to set up my office. And the room beneath will be the perfect reading spot. All that light!
    Giddy with excitement, she ran up the steps. She stood under the ornate covered entrance, digging through her purse. Her hand trembled slightly as she slid her key into the lock and opened the door. She stepped aside to let the movers do their job. Standing on the small porch, she reached over and plucked a gardenia blossom from an overgrown hedge. She inhaled the light fragrance.
    Is this what home smells like?
    The movers worked quickly to unload the moving truck. It helped that she didn’t have much furniture in her small apartment. When they were gone, she began unpacking.
    After putting away essential kitchen supplies, she went upstairs to set up her bedroom. She spread her bed and hung her clothes in the wardrobe. Her stomach grumbled and she decided to drive into town for dinner.
    Sitting at the table waiting for her dinner, she observed other patrons. A young couple sat at the table near her. They set their baby carrier on the table and his mother cooed softly.
    A shrill scream from a toddler at another table startled the baby and he wailed. His mother fiddled with the belts then picked up her baby. She rocked him gently, calming him. He gurgled and giggled.
    A sharp pain twisted in her stomach and she recognized the feeling.
    Jealousy.
    Voices at another table became louder and more strained. A teenage boy was arguing with his father. As the exchange became more heated, they stood quickly, causing a chair to fall backward. The father’s fist connected and the teen fell backward. Sprawled on the floor, he covered his bloody mouth. His father ran out of the restaurant as other patrons pulled out their cell phones.
    Why is it that