the way that i was convinced i’d be the chosen one when it came to my friend group’s heated discussion about which candy is superior. they picked sides so passionately. it felt like the great chocolate vs. gummy debate of twenty twenty-three. i thought i would be team chocolate. turns out i ended up being the one with the emergency granola bar because they needed a judge, and no one respects a sna...
Story Name: "My Surrogate Went Missing, and the Shocking Truth Unfolded" Part 1 of 8 I walk into the living room, and my heart drops. The nursery is eerily quiet. I glance at the clock—three days until our baby arrives. Knowing Eliza, our surrogate, she should be here any minute, ready to finalize everything before the birth. But she’s late. I pull out my phone, an anxious knot forming in my s...
Story Name: "My Surrogate Went Missing, and the Shocking Truth Unfolded" Part 2 of 8 ...she would have already been here, prepping the last-minute things we discussed. I swallow hard, panic bubbling up. I need answers. I pull out my phone and dial her number. The line rings. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. My heart races. I shoot a text: "Eliza? Where are you? Call me back!" Nothing. A cold sweat forms on my neck. I pace the living room, my mind whirling. What if something happened to her? Or worse—what if she just walked away? Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. My pulse quickens. Who could it be? I swing it open, and my breath hitches. It’s her sister, Tara, her face pale, eyes wide. “Where the hell is Eliza?” I demand, my voice trembling. Tara’s lips quiver. “I... I don’t know. But...
Story Name: "My Surrogate Went Missing, and the Shocking Truth Unfolded" Part 2 of 8 ...she would have already been here, prepping the last-minute things we discussed. I swallow hard, panic bubbling up. I need answers. I pull out my phone and dial her number. The line rings. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. My heart races. I shoot a text: "Eliza? Where are you? Call me back!" Nothing. A cold sweat forms on my neck. I pace the living room, my mind whirling. What if something happened to her? Or worse—what if she just walked away? Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. My pulse quickens. Who could it be? I swing it open, and my breath hitches. It’s her sister, Tara, her face pale, eyes wide. “Where the hell is Eliza?” I demand, my voice trembling. Tara’s lips quiver. “I... I don’t know. But...
Story Name: "My Surrogate Went Missing, and the Shocking Truth Unfolded" Part 3 of 8 ...phone and dial Eliza's number again, heart racing. It rings, then goes straight to voicemail. I feel the walls closing in. What is happening? I decide to drive to her apartment. Every mile feels like a countdown to disaster. I pull up and my stomach twists like a coiled spring. The front door is ajar. I h...