Numbly, I hold a hand out to take them from him. My fingers shake in theempty air between us. I’m halfway to adding a mumbled “thank you,” whenhe pushes my hand gently aside, bends over, and starts to dab the ultrasoundjelly off of my stomach.
The gasp flutters out through my lips involuntarily. “Y-you don’t have to dothat.” He just ignores me and continues. “Seriously,” I insist. “I can do it.”
I can’t quite explain it but if he continues to do what he’s doing, I might justhave a full-blown meltdown. His eyes rise to mine. Under the fluorescents,the silver gray of his irises has turned a teal blue.
“Let it out,” he says.
And that’s all it takes. Three magic words and then boom, an ugly sobexplodes out of my mouth, breaking open the floodgates. I lie there, cryingdesperate
