When the doctor finally returned, his expression was carefully neutral—but his eyes told a different story.
“Mrs. Reynolds,” he said quietly, “we need to talk.”
The Words That Stole My Breath
Dr. Hawkins closed the door behind him and held his tablet close to his chest.
Maya sat beside me, trembling.
“The scan shows that there’s something inside her,” he said in a low voice.
For a moment, the room seemed to tilt.
“Inside her?” I repeated, my mouth dry. “What do you mean?”
He paused. Just long enough for fear to bloom fully in my chest.
“I need to prepare you for the results,” he said gently.
The air felt heavy. Maya’s face crumpled as tears slid down her cheeks.
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