"We heard from the sperm bank. Apparently, on the paperwork, the donor indicated that he didn't want to be contacted."

I take what's left of my ice cream and toss it in the trash.

"The agency says they're going to reach out anyway," Mom continues.

"Okay," I say, trying to keep my face neutral, so my expression doesn't betray my true feelings.

"Do you want to come home with us? We'll make dinner and watch a movie," Mom offers.

"As much as I am tempted, I have plans."

We say our goodbyes and I immediately text Tory. She's not working tonight so we make a date to meet. As I ride back up Valencia, I think about getting a coffee at our favorite place, but opt for going home and taking a nap.

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