At that moment, all my doubts vanished.
The next day, while Mark was at work, I drove her to St. Helena Medical Center. During the drive, she barely spoke and stared blankly out the window, which worried me. The nurse checked her vital signs. The doctor ordered blood tests and an ultrasound. Sitting there, I wrung my hands until they began to tremble.
When the door finally opened, Dr. Adler entered with a grave expression, clutching his briefcase as if carrying an unbearable burden.
“Mrs. Carter,” he said softly, “we need to talk.”
Hailey was sitting next to me, trembling, on the examination table.
Dr. Adler lowered his voice and said, “The examination revealed that there was something going on inside her.”
I stopped breathing.
“Inside her?” I repeated. “What does that mean?”
He hesitated – and that moment spoke volumes.
I felt a tightness in my chest. The room seemed to tilt. My fingers went numb.
“What… happened?” I whispered.
