Megan chewed on her lip as she marched down the street. The address for the surrogate company was splashed in bold font on her phone. Cynthia had gone to the hospital for labor pains, which turned out to be false contractions. But she had insisted on giving Megan the surrogate company even though she wasn't able to meet her for a late dinner.

Outside of the skyscraper, Megan paced back and forth. The steel and glass shone in the late afternoon sun, glistening like a fortress ...