Her lips moved, but he had no idea what she said. “Your egg?” he barked, way too loud. “Lissa told me that frozen eggs had a very low success rate, like you said, and she was worried this might be her last chance.” Jane spoke slowly and clearly, as if she were repeating herself. Which she probably was. Lissa’s real worry had been that, with her marriage going downhill fast and Kyle having put any more fertility treatments on hold, this might be her last chance for a pregnancy. “I’d been taking drugs to induce excess ovulation for a few weeks before Lissa came to town,” Jane said. “I donated an egg—several eggs.” “Your egg,” he said again. Jane eyed him with what looked like concern. “They harvested the eggs a few days before Lissa arrived. They created three embryos using your sperm and implanted the two most viable into Lissa.”
