Ashley
“Pregnant?” the doctor asked, visibly surprised.
“You know her?” I asked back, noting the way her expression shifted as if she recognized my twin sister far too well. “She’s married, so I guess it’s only natural that she’d get pregnant, right?” I added, trying to sound nonchalant.
“I see… I just… I can’t believe it. Maybe her prayers really did work,” she said in a thoughtful, distant tone.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my curiosity sparked by the weight of her words. I suddenly felt the need to prolong the conversation. Something about her reaction unsettled me, as though I was about to uncover something important if I just kept her talking.
But she took a step back and said, “Anyway, I still have a patient to attend to.” With that, she turned and walked away.
I wanted to foll
