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The woman, overwhelmed by labor pains, tried calling her husband. He answered while holding his mistress in one arm, his phone in the other, his tone cold and detached. “If it’s a girl, I’m not raising her. She’ll just clutter up the house… Go stay with your parents.” Then he ended the call. The next day, when he returned home, what he found shook him completely.

That night, heavy rain hammered the rooftops of Portland. Strong winds rattled the windows of old brick buildings in the Pearl District, and on the fourth floor of a narrow…
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