When Dr. Monroe turned the ultrasound screen toward my husband and said, “Take a look here, and you’ll understand everything,” Lucas went so pale I thought he might fall out of the chair.
Charlotte, his coworker and apparently his “real love,” stopped rubbing his shoulder. I lay there with cold gel on my stomach, gripping the wedding ring I’d just taken off.
For eight days, Lucas had called me a liar.
For eight days, his mother had helped him make everyone believe it.
Then, in that small exam room, the only sound left was my baby’s heartbeat.
“Take a look here, and you’ll understand everything.”