“Why does that matter?” he snapped. “Just tell me what’s going on.”
“It matters,” she said quietly.
A pause.
Then—
“How long?”
Diego hesitated.
“…About eight months.”
The doctor nodded slowly.
Then she tapped the screen.
“According to this scan,” she said, “the pregnancy is approximately twenty-four weeks along.”
The room went completely still.
Diego blinked.
Once.
Twice.
“That’s… six months,” he said slowly.
“Yes.”
His brain scrambled to keep up.
“No, that’s not possible,” he said quickly. “She told me—”
“She told you it was fourteen weeks,” the doctor finished.
Allison’s breath hitched.
Diego turned to her slowly.
“Is that true?”
She didn’t answer.
Didn’t look at him.
Didn’t move.
And that silence…
That silence said everything.
“No,” he whispered.
The doctor continued, her voice clinical now.
“There’s more.”
Diego’s heart started pounding.
“What do you mean ‘more’?”
