“You can keep your top on, but remove everything on the bottom and take this drape and have a seat on the exam table. Dr. Jenkins will be with you shortly.”
“I’ll just be over here.” Mitch sank into the visitor’s chair.
As soon as the door to the exam room shut, Tess scooped up the drape and slipped behind the curtain to change. She was acutely aware of Mitch on the other side. She couldn’t decide if it was better or worse to have him here. It was one thing to talk abstractly about the possibility of miscarriage. But somewhere in the midst of the eleven thousand questions about her medical history and his, she’d started to worry about what they’d find out on this visit. Whether this pregnancy was viable or not, it changed things between her and Mitch. There was no going back to the way t
