THE door to Dr. Felicia Granger’s office clicked shut as Amelia and her mother stepped in, guided by the nurse. The office was neat, its pale cream walls adorned with framed certificates, a family photo, and a shelf stacked with medical journals. The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air, though softened by the faint lavender diffuser on the doctor’s desk.
Amelia walked slowly, her back curved with the weight of her growing bump, her hand pressed protectively beneath it. Her mother, kept a steadying hand on her elbow until she lowered herself into the chair opposite the doctor.
Dr. Granger, a composed woman in her early forties with calm brown eyes and her hair pulled into a neat bun, shuffled through the folder before her, the test results clipped inside. She looked up and offered a
