While we were heading to the airport, Mark and his family were arriving at a private clinic, celebrating what they thought was their future.
Lauren sat in the waiting area, glowing with confidence. Mark’s mother, Patricia, held her hand warmly.
“My dear, you must take care of yourself. My grandson needs you.”
“I’m fine,” Lauren said sweetly, glancing at Mark.
Jessica handed her a gift. “Only the best for the baby.”
They laughed together. As if I had never existed.
Then a nurse called Lauren in.
Mark followed, beaming.
Inside the ultrasound room, the doctor began the scan. The screen flickered with the image of a fetus.
But something shifted.
The doctor frowned.
“Doctor?” Mark asked nervously. “Is everything okay?”
The doctor didn’t respond right away. Then he spoke.
“There’s a discrepancy.”
“What does that mean?” Mark demanded.
The doctor pressed a button. “Security, please stand by.”
