smiled faintly.
But that smile disappeared quickly.
She moved the probe in another direction.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
She enlarged the image on the screen.
Then she checked the date of my last period again.
After that, she looked at my medical file one more time.
“Mrs. Laura…” Her voice slowed. “When exactly did you say your husband had his vasectomy?”
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
“Two months ago.”
The doctor didn’t answer right away.
She pulled the screen closer.
The heartbeat was still sounding steadily.
But there was something else on the screen.
Something that made the doctor keep the probe completely still, her expression turning entirely serious.
“What’s wrong?” I tried to sit up, my heart pounding. “Is my baby okay?”
The doctor lowered her voice.
“The baby is fine. But I need you to listen to me calmly.”
At that exact moment, the door to
