*Olivia*

I huddled into Gio to escape the pouring rain and stared into the face of Elena, our surrogate who had been missing for countless hours. She looked exhausted, and the skin around her eyes was puffy in a way I knew meant she had been crying.

Unlike the increasingly fancy dresses she’d been sporting of late, she wore a pair of pink sweatpants that strained to contain her stomach and a loose gray T-shirt that draped off one shoulder. Her mouth fell ...