“Mr. Diego, before you accuse your wife again… you need to see what’s here.”
The room goes completely silent.
You are lying on the exam table with cold gel on your stomach, one hand gripping the paper sheet beneath you, the other pressed against your chest as if you can physically hold your heart inside your body. Diego stands near the doorway with Paola behind him, both of them looking far too comfortable for people who just barged into a medical appointment they were not invited to.
Dr. Melissa Salinas does not look intimidated.
She turns the ultrasound screen slightly, not toward Diego at first, but toward you. Her face is serious, careful, the face of a doctor who knows that the truth is about to change more than one life in the room.
Your baby’s heartbeat fills the room again.
Fast.
Strong.
Alive.
For one second, that sound is enough.
Then Diego scoffs. “Yes, I see it. A baby. Congratulations to whoever the father is.”
Paola touches his arm, playing sweet. “Diego, let the doctor explain.”
But you notice something.
Paola is not looking at the screen.
She is looking at the doctor’s face.
Dr. Salinas takes a breath. “Laura, based on the measurements, this pregnancy is not as recent as you thought.”
Your fingers tighten around the sheet.
