The doctor’s face drained of color so fast I thought she might collapse before I did. Then she locked the ultrasound room door, lowered her voice, and said, “Mara, you need to leave now. Get a divorce.”
I let out a sharp, frightened laugh. “Why?”
Dr. Elena Voss didn’t answer. She turned the monitor toward me, tapped the screen with …
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