Paula followed right behind him.
“Perfect,” Diego said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Now the doctor can finally tell me exactly how many weeks along another man’s child is.”
Dr. Salinas slowly turned her head to look at him.
She looked at Diego.
Then at Paula.
Then her eyes returned to the ultrasound screen.
Her voice rang out calm, but cold and sharp:
“Mr. Diego, before you continue insulting your wife… you need to take a very close look at what is appearing right here….
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The examination room did not expand to accommodate the intrusion. Instead, the walls of sterile eggshell-white, lined with framed anatomical cross-sections of the human pelvis and plastic dispensers of antiseptic wipes, seemed to contract, trapping the four of us in a heavy, pressurized vacuum.48
The acoustic rhythm of the fetal heartbeat—*thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump*—continued to pulse from the console’s built-in
