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Lucas Baird slapped the divorce agreement onto the table. "Sign it." I touched my stomach. The baby kicked once. I was eight months pregnant. His mother, Cecilia Baird, sat nearby, cracking pistachios, the shells falling onto the floor I had just mopped. She said, "We checked. Type O blood can't give birth to a Type B child. The Baird family will not raise a child who is not our own blood." I flipped to the last page. It said, "Sarah Irwin shall voluntarily give up all shared marital property." All of it. My phone vibrated. It was a post from Alice Shelton. She posted nine wedding photos, with location tagged at Platinum Wedding Studio. The caption said: [He said once the paperwork is done, he'll marry me.] I picked up the pen and signed the divorce agreement. The pen tip pierced through the paper.