Then came the moment I never thought I would face—the conversation that would change everything. Dr. Lawson entered my room with a serious expression masked behind a thin veneer of professionalism. She had become a familiar presence amidst the chaos, but now seemed to carry news I could not bear to hear.
“Mrs. Johnson,” she began, her tone grave, “we need to discuss the results from the latest tests.”
My heart sank, anxiety thrumming through my veins like a live wire. I knew I had to brace myself for whatever she was about to reveal.
“There’s something we need to address about your pregnancy,”
