The contractions started at 3 AM in a London studio apartment I rented– it barely fit a bed. I was alone, rain hammering the window,and no one to call for help. I dialed emergency services with shaking hands."My water just broke. I'm alone,”I cried into the phone. A few minutes later, the ambulance came and I was rushed to the hospital.At the hospital, when they asked about the father, I said, "He is dead. I'm her only parent." Because well, Marcus might as well be.At 6:47 AM, I gave birth to my baby girl. Tiny, perfect, and shiny dark hair that looked like his."Name?" the nurse asked."Lily Thomas," I whispered, severing her ties to the Blackwell family forever.Six years blurred together. Waitressing with Lily on my back, night classes, working at a fashion house, and sketching designs during lunch. And finally, my work got noticed.A boutique picked up three pieces, then a department store, and soon I had a magazine feature. It all seemed like a miracle, but I knew it was mostl
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