His mother stiffened.
“Why only him?”
The doctor didn’t respond.
That was the third crack.
Diego followed her back inside.
The door closed again.
This time, the silence wasn’t just uncomfortable.
It was suffocating.
Inside the room, Allison was sitting upright now.
But she didn’t look like the glowing, triumphant woman from twenty minutes ago.
Her face was pale.
Her eyes wide.
Her hands trembling slightly as they rested on her stomach.
Diego’s chest tightened.
“What’s wrong?” he asked quickly. “Is the baby okay?”
The doctor turned the monitor slightly toward him.
“Mr. Rivera,” she said, voice calm but firm, “before I answer that… I need to ask you a question.”
His stomach dropped.
“What kind of question?”
She didn’t blink.
“How long have you and Ms. Allison been together?”
The question caught him off guard.
