Dr. Cooper gently turned the screen toward her. The image showed her baby, fully formed, tiny hands curled against her chest. But there was something else—something shadowy, etched faintly across the baby’s face.
“This isn’t a medical issue,” he said quietly. “It’s about safety. Yours, and the baby’s. Do you have somewhere else to stay?”
“Yes,” she said finally. “My sister.”
“Go there,” Dr. Cooper insisted. “Don’t go back home first.”
Emma left the office shaken, clutching a folded note the doctor had pressed into her palm. Only in her car did she open it. Three words stared back at her: Trust what you know.
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Emma drove straight to her sister Claire’s townhouse. As soon as she walked in, the weight of it all came crashing down. She collapsed on the couch, trembling as she repeated the doctor’s words.Continue reading…
