Then she walked out.
Thomas squeezed my hand.
A few minutes later, my doctor came in carrying a folder.
He looked at the ultrasound.
Then at me.
Then back at the screen.
“The baby looks healthy,” he said.
I almost cried from relief.
But he was not smiling.
Instead, he turned toward Thomas.
“Could you step outside for a moment?”
My heart started pounding.
“No,” I said immediately. “If you found something, he stays.”
The doctor looked at me for a moment.
Then he nodded slowly.
He pulled his chair closer and pointed toward the edge of the image.
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There was a dark shape.
“What is that?” I whispered.
“We weren’t looking for it,” he said. “But the imaging showed something near your kidney.”
My mouth went dry.
“A tumor?”
“We can’t say that yet. We need more tests.”
Within days, I had additional scans, blood tests, and specialist consultations.
I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered Emily’s final days.
