Irina's POV
Yana's composure finally cracked as she spoke, and I watched tears stream down her face to her chin, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "This marks the third attempt. In just one more month, they'll be able to determine the baby's gender.
"There's this policy—if three surrogate pregnancies fail to satisfy the client, they ship the woman off to the egg house."
"What exactly is that?" I frowned, confused by her words.
Yana released a harsh laugh, her voice scratchy and raw. "It's the place where they extract eggs. Women desperate for cash, victims of human trafficking, and worthless women like me all end up there.
"They don't bother with anesthesia during the extraction process.
Each egg brings in fifty thousand dollars.
"Every single thing in this place comes with a price..."
