Laura
The flight back to New York was cloaked in silence, each of us retreating into our own thoughts. David spent most of the time scrolling through his phone, while I stared out the window, my mind consumed by the upcoming checkup. The growing distance between us made my decision not to invite him painfully easy. It was better this way—less confrontation, less disappointment.
The next day was the day of my checkup. The first signs of anxiety came as I sat across from Rose in her office, hands clutched around a cup of tea she’d offered but I couldn’t bring myself to drink. The warmth of the cup was a small comfort as Rose went over the ultrasound results.
“The twins’ heads are measuring fine,” she said, her voice calm but not dismissive, “but their abdominal circumferences are a littl
