Richard and Vanessa Hollister received her with all the kindness in the world. Contracts were signed, medical consultations were held together, and smiling exchanges. Until this meeting in the twentieth week. The sudden silence of the sonographer. The doctor who mentions markers of trisomy 21. And Vanessa, on the phone, as cold as marble: "Our lawyer will contact you tomorrow."
The next day, in Mr. Pierce's glass-enclosed office, the verdict came down: the Hollisters refused to take on this child. A contractual provision allowed them to do so. The baby would be entrusted to foster families. Emma left without initialing anything. It almost collapsed on the asphalt of the car park.
"I call her Lily"
