{"id":252782,"date":"2026-07-13T02:22:31","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:22:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/ava-victoria-dillon\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:22:31","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:22:31","slug":"ava-victoria-dillon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/ava-victoria-dillon\/","title":{"rendered":"Ava – Victoria Dillon"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She woke up the next morning feeling groggy even though she had slept for hours. She was still wearing yesterday\u2019s clothes as she made her way downstairs, following the smell of coffee, and joined her mom for breakfast. Although her mother fixed her a plate of eggs and bacon, Larkin only sipped a cup of black coffee. \u201cI just feel so lost, Mom,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know how I am going to be able to get up every day and function and try to be productive. And I am so sorry you and Dad didn\u2019t get to be grandparents.\u201d Tears fell on the untouched plate of food. \u201cI knew how excited you were to find out I was pregnant.\u201d Her mom reached over and put her hand on hers. \u201cLarkin, we didn\u2019t give birth to you with some great plan that you would give us grandchildren someday.<\/p>\n

Of course, we were thrilled when you first told us, but we aren\u2019t grieving over not being grandparents. We\u2019re grieving your loss . . . our child\u2019s loss . . . and the loss of Maeve. Nothing more.\u201d Her mom suggested that she attend a bereavement group for mothers who had lost a child.<\/p>\n

She thought that being with others who had experienced a similar loss would help because they would understand such a uniquely tragic pain. She had found one that was held every other Thursday evening at the large church near their subdivision, not far from where Larkin had gone to high school. When she was growing up, Larkin had been there several times when friends had invited her to summer camps and special events.<\/p>\n

There was a meeting that night, and Larkin decided to go. She debated if it was too soon, but she had been mourning Maeve\u2019s death since her first ultrasound. She drove the short distance to the church and parked by the fellowship hall. She watched as other women filed inside, waving and hugging each other. She wondered how long it had taken them to feel .<\/p>\n

. . better? Normal? Functional? She wasn\u2019t sure if that was even possible.<\/p>\n

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\u201cThrough crisp, authoritative prose, Dillon\u2019s expertise and empathy shine, making this seemingly impossible genetic innovation feel eerily plausible in the novel\u2019s not-so-farfetched political and legislative landscape.\u201d\u2014BookLife Reviews, editor\u2019s pick \u201cAva is a stunning debut that confronts the inevitable intersection of science, motherhood, and bodily autonomy with unflinching honesty.\u201d\u2014Tanya Chernov, author of A Real Emotional Girl \u201cAs an avid reader I always look for books that make a difference, that entertain and also educate. The lessons in Ava are relevant and important, and Victoria Dillon weaves these lessons throughout her book in a brilliant way.<\/p>\n

It is obvious Dillon has done her homework and the extensive research that makes this book possible. This is definitely a 5-star read.\u201d\u2014Laura L. Engel, author of You\u2019ll Forget This Ever Happened 1kitap1.com\/en 1kitap1.com\/en Copyright \u00a9 2026 Victoria Dillon All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, except for brief quotations in reviews, educational works, or other uses permitted by copyright law. Published in 2026 by She Writes Press, an imprint of The Stable Book Group 32 Court Street, Suite 2109 Brooklyn, NY 11201 https:\/\/shewritespress.com Library of Congress Control Number: 2025919165 ISBN: 979-8-89636-086-5 eISBN: 979-8-89636-087-2 Interior Designer: Andrea Reider Interior illustrations: Arun Kumar Printed in the United States This is a work of fiction.<\/p>\n

Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be used to train generative artificial intelligence (AI) models. The publisher and author reserve all rights related to the use of this content in machine learning. All company and product names mentioned in this book may be trademarks or registered trademarks of their respective owners.<\/p>\n

They are used for identification purposes only and do not imply endorsement or affiliation. 1kitap1.com\/en To Graham McCormick. You were the best of all the good eggs in this world. 1kitap1.com\/en T PROLOGUE ap-tap-tap. \u201cEasy now . . . easy.\u201d \u201cYes, yes. I know. I\u2019m being easy.\u201d Tap-tap. \u201cCan you see his hair? What color is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sigh. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. \u201cStill nothing?\u201d \u201cPlease, just let us focus, okay?\u201d Tap-tap-tap-tap. CRACK. Gasp.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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