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“Is everything okay?” I asked.
The technician smiled too quickly.
“The doctor will go over the results with you.”
That is when Robert texted.
Where are you?
I turned the phone face down.
A minute later, it buzzed again.
Don’t tell me you took her to a hospital.
I stared at the words until they blurred.
Maya saw my face.
“Is it Dad?” she whispered.
I lied.
“It’s fine.”
She knew it was not.
Children always know more than adults think they do.
They learn the weather inside a house before they learn algebra.
They know which footsteps mean peace and which ones mean brace yourself.
At 5:12 p.m., Dr. Lawson returned.
He held a clipboard against his chest and an ultrasound printout in his right hand.
One look at him, and the last hopeful part of me went quiet.