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The room filled with the low hum of the machine. A gray image appeared on the monitor. For a moment, everything seemed normal.
Then Dr. Lane stopped moving.
She looked at the chart.
Then at the screen.
Then back at the chart.
Grant noticed.
“Is everything okay?”
Dr. Lane did not answer immediately.
She adjusted the scanner again, her expression professional but serious.
“I need to confirm the timeline listed in your paperwork.”
Brielle swallowed.
“What timeline?”
“Your chart states the pregnancy is about nine weeks along.”
Grant nodded quickly.
“That’s right.”
Dr. Lane looked at Brielle.
“The measurements do not match that estimate.”
The air changed.
Grant released Brielle’s hand.
“What does that mean?”
Dr. Lane chose her words carefully.
“Based on development, this pregnancy appears to be closer to sixteen weeks.”
No one spoke.
Not Grant.
Not Brielle.
Not the nurse by the counter.
Outside the door, Evelyn and Paige had moved close enough to hear every word.
Grant’s voice dropped.
“Sixteen weeks?”
Brielle’s face went white.
“Grant, please don’t do this here.”
His eyes narrowed.
“You told me it happened after Atlanta.”
She closed her eyes.
“I was scared.”
The Family That Had Celebrated Too Soon
Evelyn pushed the door open before anyone could stop her.
“What is going on?”
Dr. Lane stepped back, keeping her voice calm.