Warning, this chapter does contain mention of miscarriage grief and loss.
The next few days passed painfully slowly, Amber on tenterhooks as endless ultrasounds and examinations were performed. She clung to Liam trying to take comfort from his steadfast presence, his grief seemingly now locked away as they waited for news.
Amber wanted to rail at the injustice of it all, scream out the anguish that was festering inside. She had to force herself to be strong, to wait even as her anxiety shot sky-high. Liam had tried to distract her with endless small talk, books and just being beside her. They both clutched each other's hand and tried to face whatever was coming head on.
Finally Dr River's came into the room looking harried with a clutch of papers in his hand. He sat down, facing them,
