I walked into his office, my heart beating too fast. He didn’t greet me with anything more than a curt nod before gesturing toward the exam table.
“Sit,” he said, his voice calm and detached.
I sat nervously on the edge of the exam table, my palms damp. He closed the file and looked at me with that same unreadable expression.
“From the results yesterday,” he said slowly, “we’ll need a more complete check, not just below but also above. That means your chest.”
My heart jumped into my throat. “My chest?” I repeated softly.
He nodded. “Remove your shirt but leave the bra on for now.”
Hands trembling, I tugged my blouse over my head. The room suddenly felt colder, my bra stretched tight across my breasts.
“Sit straight,” he said.
I obeyed then he slipped on fresh gloves with a snap, t
