*Olivia*

Dread and restlessness had a vice grip on my throat on Friday afternoon. The ticking of the clock was driving me up the wall as we waited for the time to head back to Surrogazione Generazionale to meet our potential surrogate.

My nails were bitten down to the quick with how much anxiety was radiating off of me. If my nervousness was radioactive, I would be one second away from a nuclear meltdown.

I paced back and forth in the middle of the sitting ...