Second paragraph of third chapter:

A straggle of year twos darts past like startled fish, first one way, then the other. Did I ever run like that? It’s hard to imagine. My body is calcifying; with every failed conception it grows more inert. Sometimes, it feels as if I’ve been dropped down a very deep well, and I’m lying there, watching the clouds roll past, listening to the far-off lives of others.

I enjoyed this. A really well depicted moral and personal dilemma which is not too far from today’s tech. The threat to the protagonist and her family is as much from the legacy of her own choices as from external bigotry. Raised my eyebrow a bit at a world where laboratories in Russia, Ukraine and Georgia routinely collaborate, but sometimes there are things in novels that are not true. You can get it here.