At the doorway to a darkened room without windows, Flick halted and shook his head. “I’ll wait here,” he said grimacing. “I’m just the driver.”
The radiographer closed the door in embarrassment, sitting on her swivel chair and fiddling around with a keyboard after pulling a curtain across the door. Then she asked Hana to raise her sweatshirt above her bra and slotted blue paper towels around her clothing to prevent the lubricant staining them. Hana’s tracksuit pants rolled down over her belly obligingly. The radiographer looked at Hana’s stomach and then at her notes. “Is this your first scan?” she asked.
Hana nodded, hearing excuses tumble from her lips. “I’ve been out of town staying with relatives. The pregnancy sort of...got away from me before I realised it. I just need to know that
